ssssh they're on the train.

this afternoon i cant seem to get bearrings inside my body...like im in a flesh hamsterball that turns and rotates and flips at every step. good metaphor for emotions...unable to grip or grasp any one particular one and hold it up to see it. barcade in-masculinized gesture and talk. I am receiving signals lately. women and men they are telling me stories and they are looking at me...im deciphering code and trying to translate into my neptunian green glowing world...sometimes it gets garbled in the sea and thrown on the shores of a fierce tide...but mostly it melts down...inside...my heart is racing right now. i cant tell if its from nicotine or from the thoughts in my head: my eyes are closed and we have become cats i start to feel something from where im touching I can feel it come up ... id like it to be that. id like to believe Im letting something inside something new so i can feel like im human again. not some cute face or body to poke and prod. when my body changes like this my soul starts to pour through my skin...my thoughts get garbled ...and im feeling every tree and rock..absorbing histories through skin...letting my body become a vehicle for the work it was meant here to do. translate, roll back...its ok...im ok ,you're ok. im ready to get on the road. im ready to elevate. im ready to listen with my hands... --Coal.