I've been at this Reggae hostel for a long time.
These guys, they are always drinking so much cheap Thai beer and passing out on the floor.
The guy I love is always
drinking
so much cheap Thai beer and
passing out on
the floor.
And. Well.
The floor is a cool pillow. All of the time even if it’s hot outside!
The floor will absorb some heat from your body.
In exchange the floor will
remind you of something stable
consistent
unchanging and rigid and nearly dead.
Love does not remain here long. Sleeping on the floor
you’re on the ground already.
There’s no place
to
fall.
Sleeping on me would be different because you would be floating.
My river would carry you to other streams.
My river would carry you to the sea.
Or throw you into rapids
with violent motion
shaking up habits.
Do you understand what I am saying?
I want to shake up your habits.