September 2009
everything is blur when my mind is full.
there is nothing but mystery in the world.
but i’m coming home i’m coming home to make it all right so dry your eyes
we think the same things at the same time we just can’t do anything about it
we think the same things at the same time there are so many of us so you can’t count.
we think the same things at the same time there are too many of us so you can’t count.
“ isolated human particles floating weightlessly through a magnetic field of fabricated pleasure, occasionally colliding. ”
- why do you want to dance? - why do you want to live? - well, i don’t know exactly why, but i must. - that’s my answer too.
it’s sex and violence. it’s melody and silence.
there is strong shadow where there is much light.
don’t tell the world what we know.
i like it but i don’t, i want it but i won’t, i’m fine but i’m not, it’s a good thing but it’s not. none of it matters, but it does.
nothing of me is original. i am a mixture of everybody i have ever known.
memory comes when memory is old i am never the first to know following the stream up north where do people like us float there is room in my lap for bruises, asses, handclaps i will never disappear forever, i’ll be here whispering morning, keep the streets empty for me i’m laying down eating snow my fur is hot, my tongue is cold on a bed of spider web i think about to change...
sometimes when i look in the mirror for too long i kinda lose myself.
♥
we are very random.
i like the sound of your voice and all the things you say. keep on talking, i’m listening.
i have to write things down to feel i fully comprehend them.
i know i live in my own little world, but it’s okay, they know me here.