He sang one day as he held my hand on the playground. Later that year I kicked him in his special place and he wouldn't come near me, but that day he held my hand like I could break at any moment. And he sang offkey and shakey... as we ran from the bullys and rumours. I miss him like that. He told me he loved me and put my hand on him after the drinks had set in. Later that week I cursed his name and the fact that I loved him too. But that day was special, if only because it was the last time I really touched him. And he twitched under my fingers... and I felt powerless. I hate him for that. He handed me a knife as he held my hand in the bushes. Later that year we kissed and made love and I cried for him, but we didn't pay attention to that crap. And he dared me to go first that day... all the drugs numbing my mind and body. I met him like that. He tickled and poked as he held my hands together on the fresh cut grass. Later that day I tried faking confusion, but I think he saw right through me and ignored it for my sake. And he said goodbye quickly... and I smiled to have such a friend. I only know him like that. He held me close in the sunlight with my hands running through his hair. Later that day I told him all my secrets. But he didn't care and he promised to put up with me And he smiled... and I remembered everything we built. I love him like that. /////////////////////////////////////// when we, as a group, decide to unplug ourselves when we finally see what our priorities really are when we can survive off of garbage because we hate the thought of creating more waste when we can carry a conversation with the wilderness when our voices singing and screaming into bonfires, are the loudest noise we can hear when music will be known as a form of love making and when freedom doesn't have to be fought for then maybe i'll feel that life is worth defining maybe i'll be able to forget this faceless generation i am a part of and see individuality in the face of every one of us until then, with all my heart and soul
your verbal-vomit is hip and chunky; delicious even. i wouldn't mind another helping. really fun/lucid imagery. thanks much for sharing!
