The area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
some lose all mind and become soul:
some lose all soul and become mind:
some lose both and become:
— Charles Bukowski, Lifedance
Your heart is a river that flows from your chest through every organ. Your brain is the dam, and I am the fish who can't reach the core. I'm sinking like a stone in the sea. I'm burning like a bridge for your body. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion, between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers. In the hallways lit up brightly, but couldn’t find myself. And it came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time. Because if seeing is believing, then believe that we have lost our eyes. We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain. Dear, I'll stay gold just to keep these pasts at bay, to keep the loneliest of nights from claiming you and to keep these longest of days from waking you, for I felt the greatest of winters coming. When the evening reaches here you're tying me up, I'm dying of love, it's okay. Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? That there, that's not me. I go where I please, I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey. I'm not here, this isn't happening. And if they end it all by the end of tonight, if the big bombs drop down over this quiet Edison sky, we'll blow one last kiss to all the beautiful nights like this. Kiss me with your cherry lipstick, never wash you off my face. And if a double-decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavently way to die. Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far, shine on, you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there [...] and we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser! Come on you miner for truth and delusion and shine! My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me, so won't you kill me? So I die happy. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole, just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful. These are truly the last days." And every time you talk, I love every thing you say. The world is a vampire, sent to drain.