"I'm hanging on..."

Oh my fiends
i've a heavy weight upon my spirit
Longing for something, though
I'm not sure what that is

The past?
The desert?
The stillness of time?
The beginning all over again?

My soul is sluggish
Mired in syrup and alcohol
I'm just so tired, and
My mind stays awake

I have been sleeping
Through the night again
That's a luxury that we
Take for granted, lemme tell ya

It's just that i've got this insatiable
Desire for otherness
For the beautiful
For the strange
For the beautiful & strange!

I breathe fire
My eyes are alight
The balls of my feet ache
My lungs gasp

My apologies for the truncated post
No drug fueled musings
No fiery declarations
No lonely blogging
Just a worn out sucker...