my head is spinning

schematics dancing

follow the ground

overengineered german ingenuity

all i want to do is listen to the song in my skull

race back to my comfortable cave and spin more words into the immensity that is her

but instead it amperages

capacitance

resistance

and the main resistance is my mind screaming i should be doing something else

lounging lazily while tracing my fingers down her spine

bill evans trio on low in the background

writing about the way the sun glistens on her skin

how her eyes sparkle with mirth

not contactors

fuse loads

four eighty voltages

transformers

my mind connected to the aether not ethernet

no canbus but her skin as my canvas

il doit y avoir plus à la vie que cela

je t’aime

fuck

mais cette vie n’est