My wildest dream involves a three-breasted midget with labial piercings and a desire to please. But as far as life is concerned, I'd like to work with some talent for once.
"'See what is invisible, and you will see what to write.' It was the invisible people he wanted to live with. The ones that we walk past every day. The ones we sometimes become. The ones in books who live only in someone's mind's eye."
"I see", said the blind man; inside his penile implant on wheels, hitting an imaginative leap on a subject that borders on hysterical in some weird fashion. It's like another sunny day in hell.
There are number of things going through my mind right now, but only one is coming to the forefront: There are things I need to figure out. For her sake, at least. The clock is ticking. The gap is widening. She won't always be there to love me "no matter what."
The gasps for the unknown, the lack of sensibility towards others... It annoys the shit out of me. It's there. By your side. Claiming your attention and care. Being truthful on the way in and on the way out. Just waiting. Sadly waiting for you to see through your blindness. To see that It is possible. Still. Even for the non-believers. Even for when the hope's gone. Even for you.
Right now I just want to sleep.
Physically, psychologically, emotionally, physiologically... But I can't. I shouldn't. And I probably won't for a long period of time. But I'll be okay as long as you're with me. Whoever and whatever you are. Keep me awake, and alive. To walk on through, to hold it still. And teach me that peace It's all a happy man will ever need.
Raphael Straube is a male from somewhere in the universe.
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Homeless, only about the truth. Knows the value of words and has extended periods of self-loathing. Cares for nothing and everything at the same time, noble in thought... weak in action.