went on a dancing spree with a. last night; the pastel-coloured haze of a dream better than any strobo light stroking our mouths / it's impossible to stumble if you're not aware of having to move on two feet in this life, she says; they're never needed when we're floating outside of time anyway or maybe i don't remember it right //
these days, the heat never gathers in the right places of the body anymore: something something about shadow pain in the left elbow being a sign of a wrong turn at the corners; only my knees turn cold in the bathtub and it either means that i've grown out of blank places to hide or found the rest of my legs somewhere along the road //
less travelled my body becomes a maze (with cut corners?) and the song is still playing in the room next door; so i try to stick my fingers through the gap underneath the door just to catch a taste of something bright.











