Sometimes i watch darkness – when I am at my most saddest. I watch him becuase I feel his lonelyness as he walks by. I see his face, long and unstrung – sometimes i watch loneliness, just as much as she watches me. As he wonders through the night, i follow him until in sight, …
higher than the stars I find myself again – beyond the dream of the lonely places that i’ve been. can you hear my sights of fancy, flights of sacred favour? have you heard my cries for trith? i ask you have you ever seen the star this high? Lonely places have no friends – and …
i cannot shout for they will hear me, i cannot sing for i cannot and they will hear me. i cannot play the guitar, for i will be heard. i can cry, because nobody hears me. I can wite, for nobody hears me. i can think about my life, i can write about my life …
Pains pressure my will as misconception reigns supreme. I lean into an empty can, salvage every last bit until the smooth sides are all that remain and the linger of presence fades. Tinney sounds echo from my orchestra, that plays empty notes and empty rhythms. Pain’s pressure, pushes my passive existance into brief pauses of …
watch as i walk through life, i move past these times and those times and i follow the stars in the night that tell me where to go. watch me now as i get lost, as i find myself in these dark places, where the mind weeps and the blackness watches you. the balckness gnaws …
Slowly. i get angry. not more will I let them direct at me. its now time to address their envy, my mind is weak – so heavy. All my life away in a lifetime – all my dreams dont make sence anymore. wonder where my mind is? Its now my time to rest easy. Slowly …
I miss the thought of you – your impact in my mind’s quite waters, the rippling effect that moves these cold dormant smokey waters from my default slow to that unfedinable high. You are a patient of your mind, your thought – the disease that hold mine. I stare at this door, between you and …
I watched dogville yesterday and it made an impression on me. It made me angry. It made me see what I was letting people do to me. Sometimes I think I am like grace, I let – let – let and give give give and people just take take take – and silently screw you …
trying to forget you. not trying to think of you – forgetting to feel. remembering. then remembering how i remembered. civil rememberance – the physical separation – but psychological attachment. striken – but not for attenion nor love – only for rememberance.
i’m loosing words to define how i feel about you. more so how i define all things. the care has seemed to be naive and unwilling. it may be due to the lack of sleep – not enough rest. i’m loosing will and desire to find words, choose and enjoy. i’m loosing words to tell …