Rhyncovanda Herbert Kurihara

this very moment after days of thinking perhaps i really will go insane, i realize that it has been hundreds of hours since i last wrote anything and i remember lying there with you, words tripping over my drunk lips trying to tell you just exactly how i came to be this maniac two faced lyrical soothsayer...thinking i was so genius, thinking that i had things that mattered in my heart, that there were so many ways that i could confess to bring you closer....

and reading here, i find that every word ever thought, every poetic dream ever shared between the sheets, every moment of thinking i might really go insane was made so much better because underneath it was the knowledge that i would use whatever was passing through me in those seconds to write....nothing else makes me whole....this is the sand pit i dig under your feet, to suck you in and hold you close to my heart, i think that if you could just see every bone beneath my skin, if i bared my teeth and my soul you could never leave, you could never walk away from such vulnerability... you would be mesmerized by my unfolding orchid, like the most beautiful opening in the world