the-time-is-come

I just might run naked today and then sleep tonight in the mud. I might paint the carpet in my room bright blue and then light a thousand candles. I might kiss someone passionately or whisper something sincere. I might read a book while curling my toes in delight. There is a possibility I will receive an email or a letter from a good friend. It is tempting to take all the money I have saved and show up on somebody's doorstep. I might buy flowers for someone, maybe just myself. I could fall to sleep with their soft petals on my cheek. I could dance to really loud music in a field of sunflowers where nobody else will find me unless I want them to join me. Today is the day for fighting evil and for hedonistic living. Today my heart wants to split me asunder into a shower of human flesh, real and dying and passionate and essential and enchanting. I want to go up in flames and to fall down laughing at the delightful pain. I want to find something worth dying for and worth living for and then do both today. Today I am filled with desire. And it will not stop until I go quite insane.