late

. . .
k, so like i posted this at first and then drafted it, and then let it lay there, and now i gave it a fresh new date and time and put it here under the next most recent entry, for … reasons. here it is, fwiw.

it fucks me life does
in ways, in many many
oh many
yet never the touch the sacred feel of
skin electric fuck wherever it’s
gone
do you hear me?
gone.
from the physical essence, yes,
gone
but not pushed from my consciousness yet, not
out of my wish i could have what i can’t you
know these things
they happen
they happen
fuck
they do happen,
good god they fucking
happen. the crackling of age on
my flesh typing pain on the keys of the
age of
…
well hell here we are.
well beyond the age of pen and
pages, typing with fingers ready to
wither oh no they no they
they are withered.
they are.
i am.
late.