I want to...
I want to.... I want to tell you a story of an orchid that blooms in a desert how it yearns for water in summer whilst whirling wind tussles with his root and winter's snow paint its stems with flakes I want to serve you a caffeinated wine to celebrate my dooms and misfortunes as I relish the sour tastes of your fortnight ago dinner's leftover while sniffing the acrid smells of my chubby cheeks master's fart. I want to take you on a journey to the streetside muds I bathe in make you feel the comfort I felt on the lonely swing as I float in the evening breeze releasing my anxieties in the air like gas. I want to give you a laced rosary maybe you'll feel the warmth of the water that fell from my eyes as I bow beneath HIS feet pleading to get an orange meal to bless the gnarl and grumbles nights when my stomach butterflies are dying to the drought they couldn't cuddle. I want to write on ...