twilight still in the oldest land i have ever lived..

her i made it quite easy .. in lands of family , as soon as i get here alone,, i am so hard to keep in place, i run to one of my uncle i wish i could smoke in his home, and i write , i'm trying to start editing my old words.. but i need a little less light for this process to begin. i will be gone until i can't stand it no more.. .. i receive words from an old friend ( ...) going to the sea out east .. i still think a lot about her .. its crazy how certain love just won't leave you alone, not every story to be born and die so easy.. i still feel it inside me ,i never said it wasn't crazy, but it feels more easy after rapture has fell in eternal sleep, i'd rather keep the spell then awake too early without the one i am waiting for.. better then any other flirt that felt like a side candy the kind to digest easy. all is to changes but never does it mean for it shall grow smaller..

o.k. i shall go i need to write somewhere, on words, on paper, under skin, it's the itch inside.. something strong that never gets release..
but you live .. and deal with it..
no one feels the same, but i know you feel it too, in someways not any weaker nor stronger .. the same deep fucking down like it's roots is growing live in bloody heart tissues.. here to stay and hunts you t'll no end...


i love you johnny .. my love for you i can't always explain, i love it when i get those rage inside and i \write like i use to, but not exactly cuz i've changed , and you have, and the feeling translate, but there is nothing to deny in it's way..
there is random flirt and living comfort, love me tender and be my lover in a sweet salted story, but then there is passion, the words is en voie de disparision, and it's player are also growing tired , but i will never stop the play as in terms of my heart will one day . shut down, until then .. shall we.. be .. how ever it feels i cannot refuse the feelings are spiderweb in silver strings deep in carved beneath my eyes, and in twilight if you keep on looking , you will see, through me.. they tought it was easy , no no i never said it should be .. easy .. there is no love born to be easy .. but there is nothing worth living i can see.. but this heart stroke inside me,... it breathes steady, fast and then slowly..

i shall see you soon..
yours .marijo st-amour.