i dont wanna go to college i wanna go to concerts
Of studying and writing essays. Today it must end. I swear by thee tumblr, it shall end!
"One of your clairvoyances who could’ve
seen her way to speak stared clearance through.
A New York scoping out instead of eye
contact. No voice or vision, no called muse —-
one of your sightings that would be a dream
if it cared, if it loved you more, kept you
awake asleep and fucked you woke with your eyes
rested in the open beyond what’s seen.
No. One more of the feeling un-invoked
spoken out of these day’s put you through
proofs before granting you speech testifies
she is not the mouth of anything you wrote
She knows the form, her tongue’s just sharp and short of.”
The state of craving for anything blocks all deeper experience. Nothing of value can happen to a mind which knows exactly what it wants. For nothing the mind can visualize and want is of much value.