Kababom

I feel like a impending explosion.
In a good and a bad way.
I have a limited time to do all the things I want to do before I explode.
Or, the things I can achieve, might create waves as big as an explosion.

But its not there, its not there.

I'm not there, I'm not there.
I'm here.

I'll always be here.
Here is the present tense present in every tense.

But I'm always looking there!
Its like what I want is always there.
And even when I get there,

there's another there for me to want because there has become here.
Tick tick tick tick tick.

Time is evaporating quick.
The crazy heat of the day, quickens the process and slows my mind.

I've got so much I want to achieve, and so much I want to be.

I want to run butt naked, but I'm ashamed of my naked butt.
I want to rule the world, but I'm afraid the world won't be happy under my rule.

I want to explode,
but I know I'm no terrorist.

I want to err, because to err is human.
But I really don't want to err, just because to err is human.

I want to sleep,
but really, I have so much work left undone.

I want an explosion,
but really, when I need an explosion of ideas on paper,
nothing comes.

BAH.

lovely colours. big smile. Wrinkly eyes. outreached hands. scrunched up toes. shoe laces. chapped lips. grimy shoes. frizzy hair. enchanting notes.
raspy 'good mornings'. palm prints. popping veins. sun seeping through the leaves. ton katsu. green tea. reflections. mahogany. rainbath.
scraped skin. treehouse. mum's giggles. the sound of the polaroid camera. the morning bus stops. sleep breathing. silence of a faint smile.
peace within. clouds. clouds. clouds. blue eyes. pumpkins.