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“Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.”  ― Charlotte Eriksson

“Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.” ― Charlotte Eriksson


i met my best friend in 1980 at an after hours club named “columns” located on south michigan avenue in chicago. it was synchronicity once we started chatting. conversation and the exchange of ideas were as easy as breathing for me. we so enjoyed talking that after closing we walked along lake shore drive up to the lakeview neighborhood (halsted street) where we lived.

i remember declaring that a person’s hope in life is often directly connected to their demise. he agreed with me and declared me a philisophical human being.

human doing human being spiritual being being free free time down time time to go go for it it will or won’t


“Doll Parts”

I am

Doll eyes Doll mouth Doll legs I am Doll arms Big veins Dog bait

Yeah, they really want you They really want you, they really do Yeah, they really want you They really want you, and I do too

I want to be the girl with the most cake I love him so much, it just turns to hate I fake it so real I am beyond fake And someday you will ache like I ache And someday you will ache like I ache And someday you will ache like I ache And someday you will ache like I ache Someday you will ache like I ache

I am doll parts Bad skin Doll heart It stands For knife For the rest Of my life



 
 
 

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