There are many things out there to believe in. to make us belive – make believe. we can define the unknown and belive in what we have created. anything is everything – anything is everything, only it seems some have forgot that we are the wielders of our own destiny… we create and destroy what …
everyone has a point to make, perhaps thats not the only reason. everyone want to point out my mistakes and no one gives me any lee way, no grace period. people are shallow here. London is full of everything and to find that little piece of something that you’re looking for is very difficult – …
so really does it matter that nothing does? if only i knew. if only
I’m so associated to the people thay I knew. Its terrible. If I could just forget everything, and just start again. I would. My associations remind me of how diffirent I am.
my sadness is high when i remember. the things i know, knew and people that have hurt me, the things that raise my hair on my neck when i unintensionaly glimmer a recallections of them. i remember how this makes me more the man I am today, it makes me more aware of whats out …
No one knows me – fortunatly for me. My fate is sealed, my destiny is predefined. They know me – me by my public interface, my plan to understand this place that pulls at me. I’m hidden from those I know, those that ‘know’ me – I’m alive only when I’m free. At night when …
Somtimes I cannot jump high enough or breath full enough. Like the boundries of my firewall life, it restricts me. I can’t stand up nor sit down in this box i find myself in – i wonder who’s winning? I design my life within constraints of ever increasing, imposing and defying odds – only to …
what about you? Where are the suns rays today? are they pointing down on you? Why do you haunt me so, you’re so unaware – the dawn of dusk, reveals telling rays that shine into my eyes, and tell me of you – that they have seen you and you are OK. Even though they …
everyone is sometimes dead. Sometimes alive – but mostly they are inbetween, finding the justification to be such. one trying to understand life, one trying to understand death – but mostly wonderying why inbetween. evveryone is trying, in the persuit of nothing that they understand yet they persue the thought of something to persue. how …
She cries, her heart is breaking open each time she thinks of it. the impact of life on this earth has brought all as one, lifes most important lesson – tollerance of all life. in the brief moments we were priviledged to see fatbum, we realised what we have done – such a sacralidge now …