wanting_something kingsuperspecial wanting something each time I catch your eye nothing happens. you are just a passing face maybe one in a million The leap stays inside frozen, I do nothing and you pass forever today I spoke to a stranger the dog started it, really and we chatted about dehydration and commuting standing outside the cafe she nodded, the interrupted paper hanging in space, unread while I exercised a new found ability to talk without wanting anything sadly, when the want is there the voice is gone, I think to start, but then think again and don't standing on a mountain of excuses. my history leaps into the future making the climb to comfort impossible the path obscured, invisible. to want is to be unable to have I become cold, stranded at the bottom a legacy of shipwrecks, lost souls memorialized by pointed fingers, quite rooms and insomnia. without want, I can receive empty and directionless but have plenty of nothing already 020919 ... kingsuperspecial uh... that's "quiet" rooms. nothing like a good typo to kick you in the pants. well, fuckit. 020919 ... . . 041029 ... three words wanting_something hell_on_earth hoping_against_hope 110531 what's it to you? who go blather from