DieselCherry

(this might get weird)

ramble on…

what would you think of me if i used my slender fingers to try and break through to you? if i used letters to form words to get personal and connect and ask you things. would it be strange? would i lose the integrity on the line between the fantasy of you and… reality? because i find my heart will not let you rest in me. it calls you up at every available opportunity. and i wonder things about you. like what you look like in the morning. if you still get nervous before those lights hit you. cause i do. and if you’ve read his latest book and what you thought. i wonder what kind of shit jobs you’ve worked. and what your skin looks like when you’re nervous. does the panic ever swallow you? i wonder… how it is you came to be. and if you’d sit with me a while.

i wanted to destroy everything beautiful i’d never have. burn the amazon rainforests. pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. i wanted to kill all the fish i couldn’t afford to eat and smother all the french beaches i’d never see. i wanted the world to hit rock bottom.i really wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species and every whale or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground. i wanted to breathe smoke.

i wanted to destroy everything beautiful i’d never have. burn the amazon rainforests. pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. i wanted to kill all the fish i couldn’t afford to eat and smother all the french beaches i’d never see.
i wanted the world to hit rock bottom.
i really wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species and every whale or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground.
i wanted to breathe smoke.

I don’t know why I started writing. I don’t know why anybody does it. Maybe they’re bored, or failures at something else.” -Cormac McCarthy