Written by me on May 27, 1992 at 12:00 p.m.
On that date I was 22 years old and happily discussing marriage with the ex. We married in December of that same year.
But... you tell me, can you sense the loneliness I was already feeling?
The clouds crowd together
Loud thunder echoes in the canyons
Streams of great light are allowed to escape
Only to crash heavily upon the already desperate land.
Earth opens its arms
Inviting to the tiny droplets
Hoping to fill her despairingly
Hopeless need of quenching.
She stretches, reaching out to the heavens above...
What or how much
more can she take
before she is gone forever?
How can she fill the emptiness
that bestills the fires burning
deep inside her very core?
When will she finally
No more longing...
Nor more thirsting...
No more wanting...
Hmmmm... I could very well write the same thing now.
Perhaps I should simply choose peace now instead of waiting for it?
"Give me peace, love, peace, love, give me peace, love, and a hard cock."