LSD trips and bong rips;

aren't we all just looking to get higher in the long run?

Whether it's through drugs

or love,

we always need more.

More, more, more...

It becomes addicting after a while.

Nothing is ever enough.

Not you, not him,

and not that.

The question is,

what will ever be enough?

/enna.paz

We sleep. I wake up, roll over and see you in your most vulnerable state. I immediately know that this is bliss and where I want to stay forever. But unfortunately, bliss doesn't last forever, no matter how hard we wish for it.

The only way we can have bliss, is if we work for it ourselves. Look for it ourselves. It can be found in the music we like, the boys we kiss, the drugs we do, or sleeping next to you.

/enna.paz

He wrapped himself around me like I was the only thing tethering him to this planet. It's possible that I was. He's too much and too little all at the same time, and I guess I was just enough to keep him sane for this moment in time.

I listened to his breathing as he finally calmed himself for the night. Even with the dangerous morning so close, this moment of rest was much needed.

I'm not sure how we got ourselves in this situation. Everything started out so simply and so beautifully, that if you would have told me that this is how we would end up, I wouldn't have believed you.

Things change. They change fast and we can't stop them. At this pace, who knows where we will be in a just a few days time.

No matter what happens though, I hope to end up in this same spot that I am in now. Tethered to the one I love.

/enna.paz

The new star

the temporary star

glowing in the day

and night

The star was large

I heard

before it burst

in full spectra

Its light reaching

my eyes.

Eyes made of stars

that died

They burst too

millions and billions

of years ago

from across the galaxy

Their dust and energy

spewing out

across space

the non-empty void

Some dust falls

toward singularities

E = m (c * c) and

their escape is radiation

Some dust spirals away

showing a hidden remnant

of a vast

mystery

But my eyes

are made from dust that

cleared interstellar obstacles

and landed here

And now this dust

sees as more dust

flies out, and will perhaps

create eyes like mine.

"Sexy sunsets on stained sand, sending ships sailing so suddenly they stall and slip into slow submergion, stopping the story too soon."

So says the spoiled steward, sitting still so he stays sane, submitting his salient suspicions as a sigh so soft, the scene is susceptible to silence, save for the sough of the sea outside.

I tend to be

so down sometimes

that I stay

inside my room

Blankets as my shield

And pretend I don't exist

I wanted to let go

But you love playing

on to the string

that connects us for so long

Pulling me back and forth

To where you claim I belong