if nothing, i want to sleep with you in barcelona.i want to undress you slowly, to take my time; i want to watch as the evening heat makes our bodies sweat. ***these days, i have nothing because i have thrown everything away. i claim to take a break from what i have known so well, to recharge my energies, but choose instead to drink myself to sleep and smoke until i cannot breathe. i am always of two or three or four minds, and the process makes a fool of me.
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