Vintage LV

I move on feeling and have learned to distrust those who don't

i move in time and space determined by time and space 

feeling all this natural

and i am apart of it.

and all the while them saying "isn't she beautiful?" and she being ithinking "aren't you sick" and i remember wanting to give myself but nothing being enough to take me and searching for the right wayto liveand seeing the answer understanding the right way to diethough death is as distasteful as the second cigarette in the morningand don't you understand? i value my life so surely all others must value theirsand that's the weakness they weak use against us.they so casually make decisions like who's going to live and who's going to starve to deathand who will be happy or not and they never knowwhat their life means since theirs lacks meaning they neverhave to try to understand what someone else's lifecould mean those guards and policemen who so casually take the only possessionworth possessing and dispense with it like an empty r.c. cola bottlenever understanding the vitality of its contents.and i wanted to bring myself and us out of the fear and into the Darkbut my helpers trapped me and this I have learned of love--it is harderto be loved than to love and the responsibilities of letting yourselfbe loved are too great and perhaps I shall never love againcause i would rather need than allow,and what I'm saying is:i had five hours of freedom when i recognized my lovers had decidedand i was free in my mind to say--whatever you do you will not knowwhat you have done.and i entered the elevator touching the insides as a woman is touchedi looked into the carpet as we were expelled and entered the keywhich would both open and close meand i thought to them allto myself just make it easyon yourself