a simple plee
these shadowy eyes have tired of the familiar shade
cast by a forest of monotony
let us be more selective in our feeding;
throw the mediocre rations back into the face of compromise and ravage your fantasies
let us electrify our bodies
with the fraying (a)live wires of passion
let us swoop through the faceless masses
scattering organic seeds of potential
let us splash in the puddles of 'comfort'
and rejoice in the spreading droplets of irrationality
let us put our ears to the earth
straining to hear the rhythm pulsating from its core
let us dive into the labyrinthes of a foreign world
and forget our names for an hour or two
let us dare to create ADventure
in each of our simple ventures
let us slit our cold wrists with razor blades of disenchantment
before we do anything less

...let me believe in these words.