I found this is my drafts folder, no address, i wrote it way back, sometime. I wrote this for you, its for you – i haven’t written for anyone else – it owes its being to you. I’m writing this letter to somehow figure out why, you are who you are, i suppose you have …
Month: September 2006
raining horses, like water droplets, galloping steeds in great hast at tremendous speeds.The skies are purple and the wind is gentle upsetting the hurly burly’s and the grass whisles in any diappreciation. The horses run awild, though the lands never quite out of reach, so scared this makes me feel standing here feeling the ground …
I saw you just the other day, you’re content with what seems to be everything, yet you drive me crazy in my mind, you’re like a misguided conception of something you hope but you don’t know.I can’t stand watching you like that – sitting there in the sun, reading that magazine, drawing on that servet, …
When i see you, you remind me of your mother, the times when i recognised my family, the people, who they were the point of familiy, the drive of motivation to talk to these people that share the same intermollecular setup as we do – at this level you could almost say are extension of …
I knew a girl once before, not too much concerned with hard-core – thats what i saw, she was once a friend , a person i could talk to, wrapped inside of her own misfortune, her mind strayed from something that i thought i new. From something i only see in few. i was lead …
Sorry My Family if odd i seem, my permission i give redeem, me, my soul for a nother . Someone that fits the profile and realises the dream and take my place here apon this chair, and look apon where i was, right there. and laugh and smile, I’ll just remove myself and wonder the …
Sometimes i think that people are sometimes destined for certain degerees, but it’s my familty that apon me feeds, Fucking boring, contempt with translucency and no sighn of communication and intentional fluency – they are my blood, my days are few and far, heer beneath my black hood… Its me , my life so misunderstood. …
You’re stuck up, waiting for the neverending perfection. Reality is a misconception that hides under the sheets of your bed. You know only that which you can see and feel and not what is essentially the crux of the matter – but no matter.
Somtimes, im stuck, waiting for the answer maybe i know it, i do – perhaps, I rely on you to save me, until my next relapse, into another world, hell on earth, the place that i miss. turn around, double rebound , the way i know best, my eternal head rest. This place here, inside …
I think the worst feeling for me is knowing how much more i can do and not being able to do it, due to things that are out of my own reach. Its the depending on external factors that I have no control over. Their is just so much that i can do, that i …