Its this cruel combination that provides this vital combination?In the morning, I feel the room crushing me, even more so in the morning more than any other time. The start brings a beginning into the inevitable ending – its more important during these times that I persue through the two endpoints – but i don’t …
I am in this place, of concealed presence – desolate though full of something. I’m here in this place of independance of some kind of meaning – yet I’m alone in this place of responsibility, don’t take my hand, yet i wish you would. Sometimes i find myself dead – and then someone wakes me …
I don’t feel like explaining why, i haven’t the will to succeed with this today. I don’t know what it is – i have run out of sustinance to feed my ambisions. They’ve left me behind – I’m abandoned, but thats okay – I can do it by my self anyway. Pull me away from …
Sometimes I think that I’m being left behind…that someone else is moving forward and I’m not, I’m just here knowing that they are there and I’m here. Sometimes i feel so compelled to follow the rhythm, and move forward. but sometimes you just can’t. But I think the point is knowing that you have the …
How will i help them, they are so insecure – I want to do something, though I don’t what i can do – I’ll figure it out though. I see them in my mind, worrying about things that they shouldn’t have to – concrete men could not break these thoughts. These people of my past, …
Today i decide not to worry – tough though these thoughts i have today – powerfull thoughts these are… no, today I’ll not worry – for today my worries will not dicate my life. I think I’ll forget, even though just for a little while I think, today, I’ll not worry a single bit.
I’m standing on the clockface that counts my seconds and holds my minutes – If today i die then will you step onto this place I was at ? Will you hold my space, on this clockface? Will you remember? me? Will my seconds dry and sweep away with the wind, until far places hold …
Today I feel like im on the opposite – on the edge of the deepest and coldest palce on earth – here under the watery skies. I can hear the blackness confronting the battle with loudness that scares me away. Far I run away, I’m scared as hell – where they hell am i going …
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 …