My sun is melting, and I keep walking like an idiot. When it all comes crashing down, head over heals, I’ll be caught in the middle surrounded with things I could never feel. I can mix words and I can motion moves, but it won’t make a difference to who I’m talking to. Send me back to the notebooks and paper scraps, napkins crammed in their ( Read more... )

And so these lights seem to follow me, as illusions make form change ( Read more... )

When are you going to shut your mouth? Shut that whole irritated false informed of a character. The caricature of the person you’ve never been, I’d never expect this suspect. But it’s just the point at the peak of my fat fucking head, it’s shouting out phrases to the people like yourself. You make me unhealthy, it makes me sick. Throwing out this ( Read more... )

Hey, formulate this. I got a question, got a problem, I got a story. I got too many ways to find the same shit, excluding the ones I know by heart. One part of me thinks I’m never wrong about you never being right. Don’t you get it? Don’t bother me. And I’m never fucking wrong about you never being right. Don’t you get it? Don’t you understand? The ( Read more... )

We all go to the same place. We all go through the same shit. It all boils down to how you want to handle it. The things in life are precious to you, life itself is much more precious to me. Now I see the reason why I couldn’t see anyone before. Every minute that we’re speaking there’s someone dying, someone leaving. I’m writing face down with my ( Read more... )

These songs, with the screaming of meaning make me forget everything. Gone point blank black mind and caught in a terminal tangle of smoke; Fog to be exact. I just go back to my semi-conscious snoring. Misty morning Sundays couldn’t be any more fucking boring. I’ll sit here and read you this story in the monotone voice that I most definitely hate. ( Read more... )

This heart monitor reads 34 degrees and I can’t feel my legs. I’ve packed my bags, I’ve cooked our meal. I sound sick as hell and feel the same. I sleep through all I’ve been missing and my disturbed look shows some bitter signs of shame. 36 degrees later I’m feeling fine and screaming out my lungs along with the rest of you people wasting your ( Read more... )

My speed cannot be true ( Read more... )

This plane is leaving, lifting me right off the ground ( Read more... )

We’ve been walkin’ this road for a couple hours now. Talking about our good old days and when they’re going to come. We know this place like the back of a hand with a thumbs up every other day. And you said I’m getting out of here soon, and you’re coming with me. I asked you where we’re going, you said somewhere near reality. And I agree, it’s not ( Read more... )