Sometimes traffic can be a good thing....it makes me slow down...look around...pay attention...think...appreciate...and be thankful. I live and learn and keep it movin' at a steady pace. Time is going by so fast to make us meet our fate, but I choose to take my time, do it right, and let fate wait.
Frederique's Traffic
“Look here!!!
Sometime I wanna be your lover,
Sometime I wanna be your friend,
Sometime I wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart ‘cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your bud, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make love,
I’d do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don’t know, but you gotta stop trippin’,
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don’t have to fight back,
Here’s a pillow - bite…that,
And I’ll be settin’ seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate…ways…”
Sometime I wanna be your lover,
Sometime I wanna be your friend,
Sometime I wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart ‘cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your bud, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make love,
I’d do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don’t know, but you gotta stop trippin’,
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don’t have to fight back,
Here’s a pillow - bite…that,
And I’ll be settin’ seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate…ways…”
Alexithymia: Rain kisses my skin so delicately. The peaceful melody of despondency...
Rain kisses my skin so delicately.
The peaceful melody of despondency
tapping on the clouded window where
dreary dreams
were whispered out of
in the heavy air of indifference.
Solace stirs at the edges of
consciousness,
and contentment washes the dirt
from callused skin.
…
