Things have been fine here, not much is going on – but if they are and they probably are – I’m don’t give them the justice they deserve. I often take for granted the small things, or I think they are not big enough. I think this will be my last letter to you. I …
Month: August 2007
who else, honestly, who else?
I’m so tired. So tired of everything, the calendar on my wall, the thoughts in in my head. I’m so tired of these days, the monotonous nothings, the always unknowns, the yes’s and no’ and the maybe’s and most of all the nothings, especially the nothings. So tired of the sun, I’m tired of the …
When i feel the surface level cracks in my heart, I brush my hand over these rough edges and I feel the surface echo through my skin and at these echos attach my consious, my soul – they drive my mind crazy like a rabid dog, they gnaw at my nerves and needle pinch my …
absolutly no way. neither left nor the inevitable contrast of opposite – too much to think. Will I be granted the enlightenment of foresight, the prediction of fate, or will I be left fending these walls by myself. One thing remains sure, by myself these walls will stand, they will stand the endurance of the …
Long towers and standing walls – dark walls and still walls – calm wars, dark wars, secret wars… Long towers stand looking over these things, and beer is drunk. Long towers – in the deserts. Long towers – strong and there…always there. Long towers stand still, and they watch, they watch the beer that is …
Rarely have I seen the ones that move and waiver the uniform thoughts of conformity, who will not be patronised by others’ thoughts and ways. Rarely have I seen the ones who feels obligated to feel unique, who calibrate their friends based on their thoughts – I see plenty though of ones that define us …
Fuck the they, the them, the those. The people that think too hard about what they want to say, The ones talk quietly together and conspire gently. The people that not my friends, who decide I am. The jumpsuit personalities and the misguided or deluded theories of trust, love or sucess. Fuck all these things …
Lonely, the wind is in my hair. Waiting for something their, nothing seems fair. Duos riddle my sights, as I plough through the dense medium of love. wondering about the sights that gaze apon me – alone. Sometimes I wonder if being alone is the most complicated of lifes processes, of finding what we are …
I’m allowed to be fucked off, I’m allowed to be cold, angry, noresponsive and far away, I’m allowed to be alone, I’am allowed to want to be, I’m alllowed to be wrong, to decide what I think I want, I’m alowed to act strange and crazy and if it fucks with your mind – fine, …