Cathexis

I WANT THE WORLD
I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD
I WANT TO LOCK IT ALL UP IN MY POCKET
IT'S MY BAR OF CHOCOLATE

Libido pins me to the floor



cool down
you'd think it be easy
in weather like this

yet the son burns Red
desire ignites
proof of or confused with Freud's Conatus

hidden things are toyed with

things once lost are found

voice, where are you?

am I nearing a dead end?

creativity flows
and
I wonder