06.17.09 / 10:34 pm

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.