You’re finally alive for the first time it seems, you’ve seen betrayal – you’ve seen broken hearts before, only now you know the meaning. It seems you’re becoming the practical puppet master of your life instead of the puppet in this life. You’re dead to me, my conscious tried to rule you out of my …
I remember the imprints of your bruises, they are mine too. Only my scars are only visible to me. I don’t share your scares of the flesh – to that degree i am thankful. I remember the itch, the sleepless nights, the shameless execution. I was there, I was weak – I saw you, I …
Give it some time, let it live by itself for a while, let it come around – let it find itself. Sometimes the worst things crack the core and strike a powerful blow to the delicate existace of our very being. We must fall for falling lends itself to getting up, to understanding the reasons …
Sometimes I wonder why my life revolves around the things I cannot see, only feel. As all else fails around me, its those things in my head that brings me back to this place of comfort, my den, my labyrinth of greatest places. Something is always there and she meets every time with a …
It slowly looks at me, rears its head and I know – its awake,its here with me again, for it wakes when I strir. I don’t try to remember anymore, or to understand this need that I embrace so fully next to my soul, onoly that i must hide it. protect it from my mind …
Sometimes the most beautiful things in the world follow transparent directions. Most things tend. They organise themselves in perfect precision and in a harmony known to few, where the most natural way is also the most effective and efficient – life should be like this, mostly, or at least we should look for this as …
I find myself doubting destiny even more than ever before. Sometimes i wonder if truth betold, all things make their way to you? I have a odd sensation that tells me what I’ve already known before, we are who we become, and we become based on what we do, not on what happens to you. …
everybody reminds me of someone else. Defaulted and generic subsets of somebody I’ve always known. Copies and photos and recallections plague the streets.
Pressure points are pressed, as patience prides itself in pain. wrists lie ever exposed – to the fate of ones weak ways – unsightly days to which i become erratically insane. move with me, in this blackness at my kness, lets swim in this place of misery together, forever, again – Stay there! hide! it …
i see life behind these transparent sheets, these hidden blinds before me. They keep me at a distance from the world, the protect me – from what I don’t know. For every uncertainty, my sheets are with me, for each surety they leave me. I’m waiting until these sheets wear out, for then i will …