the wander

the intensity of the streets assaults the senses--
the colors, smells, sounds blend into one continous humming
that bombards the body and makes me want to hide, escape
to run away, to shut it all out
but the rumbling that rambles inside keeps me wandering 
and I go from place to place to run away, 
to hide from myself
the many coffe stops, the afternoons that lingers in a photograph
the continuum of days that I wish would unravel into one
the sleepiness of sleepless nights, the hours poorly spent on one task
another day that passes unnoticed adding to the emptiness of untold moments
the falsity of this or that endeavour to entertain with friends who want to entertain
the animal-like desire that runs deeper and turns me into some hapless hunter
hunting willing prey that lays before me waiting to be consumed
the touch and wantless wants to bring release
the futility of the moment when I know that I
I just want to love one who loves to be loved and can love me back

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