I sat her down, Our eyes locked, Silence was sticky. I broke the connection of our eyes, Looking into space, I swallowed hard. She can not do this any more, She can not go on. The physical effort – Time without – Yet time within, So precious, painful but true. She saw me, for the …
Sometimes I think the world is always going on about unimportant important things in life. And that’s not what’s important.
You guys think you own the train journey, the sidewalk and the malls. You think that We must move for you – to don’t notice of the people around you while you walk holding hands.You speak loud, laugh lou – as if your opinions in union are so important or to show off – I …
from the wreckage, dear brother, the tape still remains – unaltered, only without its owner, you dear brother. its with me, taken from your car, twisted on the side of the road where you left it. where you left me. i hope you didn’t hurt when your time came,please god ,please god, you took him …
To lose is a pain that weighs so heavy and concentrated as if it were balancing on a thread, painfully attached from my heart to my soul, slowly increasing excruciatingly under the heightened pain of without. How my heart hurts and my soul stares out the windows of of this place and watches, wondering why …
Sometimes i think that some of the profound question out there that have not been answered are never going to be answered with certainty. I wonder if if people think that everything has an answer ultimately and we will find it eventually. If someone is blind, they cannot see. If they want to see, well …
Some of these people here with me, are great in silent ways. Some of these people are trying so damn hard in each of their ways but they need to realize it. And while they are away?
I need you to be the object that I aim to, the entity of being that interprets my anguish and translates my pain – you take my effect and replicate it, enhance it so that I can someday maybe understand it effects – only when its on the canvas can i tell what it is …
[display_podcast] Besides the world, the people that look at me – is there anything out there that will complete me? What are these thoughts in my mind, so profound that they squeeze my mind to breath. I need something to manage these dreams these unescapable themes – misguided rogue wolf in the night, flies wayside …
Do you know that feeling, when you know you are about to die and don’t know why?