rainy night

in the morning at midnight i stay quiet because noise is on my window like paint.
some sexed princess with bangs tiptoes in my room. I love it when she's there.
I eat peanut butter and dream in electric blue.
rain drops.
I quite quietly wash my dish and drink more water. I drink lots of water to keep balance.
I think in secrets and it is very dangerous. and I cannot stop listening. i can't
i can't stop listening.
i want to roll.
i want to be water.
i want fluid
i want sex
i want i want.
all of this to fall through my sand hands. But it is nothing. it isn't even happening. can't you see that?
can't you breathe in that kind of world? nothing is here. I just kept thinking rotten thoughts, handing over the reigns.
this is a new song i'm writing. and when i finish, i will be close to being done
not just for sweden, but for the princess tiptoe walker who haunts me on rainy nights. and smiles wicked smiles.