Pre – leaving the house anxiety.

Is there reasoning behind the fact that I feel guilt going out tonight? In black and made up awareness; Super awareness. Icarus I embody as my pleasures perch atop the highest sun. I want to anticipate, without being obliterated. How fitting that we will watch a film tonight, about the infinite, finiteness, of humanity. (2001) The paradoxical concern that haunts my every move towards the next party, show, date, stand up point of conversational initiative. Am I doing this wrong? Am I promoting a self that is not true? Theres only one way to find out. The lye down at the end of the night will reveal all darkened corners. For now the wine is at a slight advantage.

-D

(Have a Goodnight, everyone.)

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Thats home

The bastards.

They’ve done it again, gone ahead and stolen the night.

Lamps go out in a whisper

and boozed up laughs turned into cries.

Thats enough, we all think.

Turn off the too loud voices and relentless coughing, cursing, and riffing.

Really its all a secret though,

we want it to continue.

Hoping the day doesn’t rise

and the electricity never comes on again.

Thats home.