Sleep is uncomfortly dangling from the hooks attached to my eyelids, stretched I feel for resource. Alive and content but slow and medium to middle to fairly below.
Month: July 2007
I feel unresponsive, unresponsiblel, unfair, unfree, untidy, unless. Don’t touch me, I will not respond. Don’t touch me, I don’t want to respond. Don’t like me, I dont want to like you. Don’t hate me, I dont want to hate you. Dont ask me, I dont want to answer. Dont talk to me, I dont …
Gray, neutral, sympathetic distance,cold and then… you. My perfection of no form yet of potential. Can I understand? Gray my shirt, this morning – the transisition from nowwhere to somewhere unknown. Neutral like the gear that moves my car, from reverse into the parking position. Sympathetic distance, the space between me and you. Cold, your …
No rhythm. Like the syphony of life, it leaks from my guitar and I could’nt predict this dry spell, that I draw from life today. Notes resonate in synchronised chaos, with melody screaming.
how much did you care, standing there, staring at me, aimlessly. Can you tell me, maybe, where have you been lately? You didn’t ever care before – I am my eternal enemy, and when you turn around next time, remember it was just me! Its our fault its gone this far, I dont know where …
roses are quite, they stirr gentle delicacy in my sights. Like frozen crystals, your build up is dangerous, in my mind. perfect and spontaneous accuracy yieds with synchronized passion and pride – you are my perfect, you are my other, my complete – we belong to each other, I’am yours to keep and you are …
‘cmon think for yourself, i hate it when i see you like this, use your feelings to decide th truth. Don’t let them tel you what you want, how you are, what you feel. Equally, don’t be stupid and use their words and thoughts to describe who you are or what you feel. This is …
You make me weak. Your thought wakes me in the morning, even though I try so hard to stop thinking of you, I don’t want to, but I do But I do I think of you.
i really dont give a shit , these swear words dont help you define who i am though. but its this that doesn’t matter to me. it is this that mean so little than before. I may well like to think that things are they way i deem but unless I’m god their is nothing …
Its time now, to rebreath, take the steps towards the maintainable end. Move this wooden legs forward, toward. the tired obstacle I see. the change in me. Its time now to change more than me, to recreate me. today maybe?