Indulging in sensory pleasure while I still have my senses.
When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind
Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving
Burning fumes of gasoline
And everyone is running
And I come to find a refuge in the
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
Better then most addictions, no moderation required.
"Yeah, I suppose they're dirty, too, but only incidentally. Mainly they're angry, sensitive, intensely felt, and that dirtiest of all dirty words - promising."
'Extremly Loud and Incredibly Close,' Jonathan Safran Foer; '...Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.'
'The Iron Tonic', Edward Gorey; '...A fugitive and lurid gleam. Obliquely gilds the gliding stream.'
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera; '...Physical love is unthinkable without violence.'
My mother of course. I stick out in back just like her.