To touch but not to feel..

to be constantly on the run

to be constantly on the chase,

to have one emonic target!

to have no recollection of your target..

to undress when it’s cold just to make a point

to go to bed early just to stay awake tonight,

all night

and every other night!

to Love the poets..

love them within a dream..,

love them while you walk through the fire!

to hate the numbers, Hate them!

to mumble numbers all day like some sacred oath of revenge..

to be always So chatty when silent,

to be so mystic with your thoughts(!)

to cry and beg for anyone to read your encrypted pathetic overdramatized thoughts

to think that's all that matters

to break all codes, obey all rules, sing underwater, dance when you drive,

to play the piano more now that it’s out of tune!

to know what isn't yours

to Take what isn't yours

to camouflage it, name it yours..!

to sketch and write around another’s bleeding inspiration,

to be ironic and in love with the irony,..

to describe how it must feel inside those filthy filthy minds where innocence with arrogance entwines.