Today

My system was madness.
I felt beheaded.
Didn't know up from down,
right from wrong. 

In this crazy vibe where blood was all that guided me.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
This hummingbird was high on some flower,
Unknown.

I want(ed) to go far.
Farthest I had ever been.
I want(ed) to misbehave,
allow my back, neck to flutter.
Tip-toe my way in,
quiver.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.

I read a description that made me howl:
crash into the sky, swim in a sea of molecules, burst into flames.
Burst, blasted, burned.
The yearn of skin. 
Of heat, or breath, of moan, of groan, of wail and whimper.

Do what you want, 
do what you please.

Do what you will with me...
Shakespeare speaks through me.

Beheaded yet focused.
Conquered yet full-forced.
Fearless and ready.
Take your best shot.

Go.

And so..?

and you would come,
and i would be sitting, under the sun feeling the sun rays on my forehead.

and i would be thinking of you,
and you would slightly touch my back,
and i would shiver,
and you will make sense.

and you would maybe look away,
and i would backbend as to not lose sight of you.

and i would not hurt,
and you would curl your lip,
and i would come closer,
and you would..?

and you would dream of me,
and i of you.

and all the and's are not enough,
and all the and's will make a truth?
and so i hope,
and so i yearn,
and so it is.

- fía.