wanting



I want to give in to my every obssession, my every desire....

The need to write again has become more ugrent, more desperate. I want to vomit language. Purge all the words that sit hidden in the spaces, in the silences, in the waiting room.

There's static in my head. My fingers tingle and I just want to write. I want space, I want a room of my own, I want....


I W A N T.

2008-09-05 8:58 p.m.