Sences[]Mine

{Watch}
Why do we just sit? We wait outside in this City heat. We watch people as if it is a second Job. We watch them come and go. We stare. We Laugh. We Smile. We Ponder. Where are you going? My Dog is better. Smiles. Not Really. I sit at night. Only night. I watch. I watch the restaurant across from my Living quarters. I watch my Cuban waiter. Oh, Summer Love. I can not wait to play in the rain. Watching water drops roll off your chin excites me. Lonely times. There are new people to watch. Watch me for I am watching You. Sip your water. I will enjoy my Vodka Water that I am about to spill all over the floor. Closing time at Cafe Bolero. Closing time. Until Tomorrow. Oh, but the excitement only begins with the living quarters above this restaurant of delicacy. Not only does excitement come by not having curtains on your large Windows. It brings me Intrigue. That is girl number four this week; is it not? Do not worry. I am watching. Put your eyes on me and I know a place where we can get away. Watch Me-



{Think}
Why do we Think? Is the mind not only just one sided? Are we not just going to repeat the same mistakes? The mind creates despair and anxiety. Anxiety that triggers us to follow through on things we will later soon to regret. Finding back your dignity can only be used as an excuse only once. I am glad you have a one tracked mind like Me. It gives my Life direction. I am laced with your unconscious. Let us move to Paris. Shoot some heroin. Fuck with the Stars? It is our decision to Live fast and Die young. Forget about our Mothers and out Friends. We are just fated to pretend. Pretend to Fade. Memories Fade. We will Fade. The thinking never ends. Open your Train of thought and forget about what you have been told. Forget what you have been taught. Get your head on straight. Think of Today as your Last He Says. In return, this thought of thinking will never lead you to be disappointed. I have made up my Mind. I do Not need to think it over. I am Right even when I am Wrong. Lord, I never say enough. My quality of thoughts has much more depth than its quantity. Never rest the Mind. When all else fails and your self Body lets go all you have left is your Mind.. Your train of Thought. Think my Friend. Think-


{Touch}
My Skin. Soft as Ever. Too Soft actually. Always being Touched. Always wanting Touch. It is Rough. It is Raw. Under my fingertips the smooth Keys. I am Touched. Touch Me. Touch-


{Feeling}
Feeling a Warm breeze turn to cold shivers me in unexpected places. My heart flutters. Is that a Feeling? The never ending excitement of this City we live in satisfies me. Is that a Feeling? Underestimating all the mind games you pass on to me. Feeling alone in a City of Heat. The sun generating its rays upon my pale skin. The sand rushing under my feet. The ache within my Chest from an irregular Heart Beat. The Feeling of Anxiety setting in. Oh, Fuck my Anxiety. It can never define my feelings. Can it? The Feeling of constant heartbreak from constant Disappointment. Is that a Feeling? This is all bringing me Down. Feeling stranded in this town. Water rushing down my back. Water rushing through my Hair. Washing away the bad deeds of the Day before. I feel alone for the First Time. My first moment Alone in the day. What to feel? You make me Feel like a sticky pistol leading into a stamen. You make me Feel like I wanna be a dumb Blonde. You make me Feel like the Amazon's runnin' between my thighs. Is that a Feeling? Control Yourself. Take only what you need from it. Feeling-


{Taste}
The Taste of sweat Beads from your Body glisten across my lips. Glass of Water? A Choke and a gag, she spit up and came back for More. We will just choke on vomit and that will be the End. Taste This-


{Listen}
Oh, Dear Sound. My Life would not be the same without you. You move me to be. I hear the Violins in my Head. Fuck the Voices. The Voices play my Life in forward but the Violins; the Violins play me Still. Your sweet Laughter. Oh, so young. Let us Hope one day we may Laugh together. I hear you. I hear you. I just forgot how to Listen. The music says press On. So I will press On. The Heart does not speak so please Stop telling Me to Listen to It. The cries. I hear her cry from our back Room. My Heart Bleeds Dry for her. Listen You. Listen Kiddo. Listen My Dear. Shape Up. Move Forward. No one keeps you Still. Life will Still Go on. With or without you. Fuck your Heart. It is Never listening to you? Play that music and Listen. Listen To Me-