My headphones hold my head in its palms. They protect me from the world I’m in, the place I find myself. I’m in a place of nothing – just the stimulation of sound, and the effects of dreaming. I’m anew in this world – the music is like a drug, a powerful addiction. I yearn …
i dont care that much anymore – the conversations are not as they used to be – to my relief – greyness stays with me now more than ever. I know you as a piece of glass now, im not haunted by you no more,no reflections, its funny how its easier now to say this, …
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 …
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 …
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 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 …