things.
i tremble with no desire,
i need nothing.
in loss i discovered completion.
in having things stolen
i found that i had more than ever.
in the absence of everything, i found all things.
and i understood myself,
so i understood nothing,
so i stopped questioning.
all things pass through me,
i'm a tough boy,
wild and innocent and dangerous as hell.
i'm awake and awakening.
i am here and i have died.
i killed the parts of me that said that i know.
i killed off all the parts that keep me awake.
i'll die a thousand times to prove that i'm living.
i'll kiss myself to prove that i'm not afraid of snakes.
nothing shakes me any more;
i'm tough now, baby. really,
i have lost all feeling,
and I've lost all desire for feeling,
and i can't thank you enough.