Sometimes I wonder why, why the hell things are the way they are, have I been influenced to become who i am ? Have people changed me, have they created my walkways, have they crafted my thoughts – These people, who are they, are they those that I love, have loved, forgotten to love ? …
Does it really matter ? Can anything really matter? How dare they decide what makes me hide from myself – they don’t matter to be, they aren’t me. I’m a actor in the casting of the world – am I not going to bold? Life is not life, it is diffirent for every single person …
`sometimes i feel no need to talk even when talking is required. I tend to try to finish as soon as is possible, and i tend to exhale my conversations in whole amounts – they stream out as semi muted ramblings – often very difficult for people to understand.
You make it sound like I’m “leaving”. I’ll always be “here”, in cyberspace – a place of zero gravity, a floating & dangling identity in the mix of information. It’s never been about where we are in the world…South Africa, London, Cairo or New York – Makes no difference. We are the words and thoughts …
You have the right to arrange your own life under the blue sky and the hot sun, to get a drink of water, to stretch, to travel wherever you like ….. What about the main thing in life, all its riddles? If you want, I’ll spell it out for you right now. Do not presue …
sometimes i just don’t fucking get it, things dont come easily anymore. its funny – sometimes its so tough i just want to forget it was ever there, and just move on. Shits just not that easy anymore. though I’ll give it another try later.
I dont care to think about you anymore, but though that I’ve reached this point, i think i enjoyed it kinda – worthwhile i think. worthwhile, but still, i don’t care to think about you anymore
somehow i manage to figure out how the things that initially thought was wonderfull, new, innovative and ground braking are actually just layers and layers of normal boring and unexciting sameness that i see everyday. Someday my visions become sights and i see them in diffirent lights as they progress and ‘be’. I know their …
When my reflection watches me, stares into my eyes, when i see myself, its not the same anymore not as it was before. Its not the same anymore, I can see something missing – but i don’t know what it is. Somehow I think I know but in this way i don’t think so. Its …
I’m not too sure, not as sure as I was before. I’m quite these days, watching and listening to life as it happens around me like a carefully times and coordinated schedule. John Lennon said that life is what happens while you’re planning it, and i think he’s right now more so than ever in …