Sometimes I feel like this old man I saw while traveling; he was all alone and surrounded by strangers, but he had this look on his face, a gaze in his eyes. He did not see anything at all. He was content and existing for that moment. It brings to question what are we really searching for.
These days alter lives, withdrawing everything we try to align for ourselves. A breeze of forgotten times, irony is sweet water as it ripples life perfectly.In the black of nothing nevertheless because you would never die.
This astonished darkness is upstream and disconsolate. But you feel far away from me, these moments here are barely visible to meaning. Can you imagine what we are going to do with the direct expression of time? As I go through life, The idea behind the clock is reason. Showing you what you were. Declines lead to her in the bottom of the brain alive.
Draw parallels on my chest know exactly what I am. I want to whisper to you in dissolved hostels. This is what was needed. Quivering against quivering lips behind them deep embraces. drape your heart across my chest. I really wanted to hold your hearts because mine was never big enough on its own.
She inquired to what I really want. Lets do it for us but we are still searching. Given the opportunity we could train these clouds to have reason. With that idea there are hidden codes in the sky waiting to be seen in the instant they belong to. Even if this room had glass walls I would be fighting for something to see, Something beyond the glare of the windowpane midst the morning frost there is substance here.
Flickering lights and desire create patterns as I tremble nervously though the day. Stay on your path and the larger side of silence sharing the forest of sorry. In the woods wishing I was like the trees with such thick skin. I lose a little of me in everyone that I meet.
This sunlight performing in darkness, scribble words and burn them, I am a infant and this is infant. My lifetime is last night having lies end in incident, the loneliest moments in the night alone. Flowers are a reminder, nothing but unspoken believing.
Sometimes I want the pain you left me with to stay so I have something to cling to. You taught my heart to know the things I think I need are just dreams in the lack of sleep. There is a drought from your eye lids, overcompensating with few words.
These empty spaces interlaced with moments of a distant clarity. There is another coast this ocean and the same I hope. In the silent mind of tulips, despite desire and patience. This delicate nothingness. Somber sky midst the ripple of dream lights.
Black and white before winter set in. beyond belief and in a subtle tone. so here it is, Life. Your flesh causes a tremble i might never know again. yet i remain just so and The life that we see is passing by. I was here, and now you are. exist in this moment.
All alone and then into represented remains. Sometimes things seem like rain passing through the night and yet everything I do is raining. you are a blaze in the morning lightning, so loud and I can only whisper.
Darling this is not like you promised. You are like dust in my life, your existence sitting on the surface of everything and slowly fleeting away. This is the moment that is happening, we are heading into madness. But this morning still has meaning, and there is nothing more compelling. There is to much we leave to chance, but these impressions are mine to construct.
Thinking about these empty spaces between the waves crashing the beach. I don’t want to think about getting older as I think about infinity. walking on soft sand like being submerged in lace with shadows of waves crashing dawn. Another night in bed with a figment of imagination and I imagine if I’m patient it might become.
Please come manner minded, show me some kind of stylish demise. I feel certain I am going towards terrible times that can not recover. If only I could stand where the life and this emptiness meets the blue place. Around here lines of chaos fill the room, reason towers and I will need these moments of darkness, we are all just searching for what might be tailored to this moment of complete emptiness.
The ordinary beauty of something is in ourselves. The only way to find happiness is to stop looking for anything. How long does it take to be forever, How long is tomorrow if we only have today?
Continuing to exist in a image of the sky, transcend far beyond my reach. On the floor in a place between sleep, absorb me. In my half conscious state looking out this wooden window frame. Frustrated and a little distressed, This tender night will linger on desperation. Every night the window shaking. in a covered dream, lose my reasons. Sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by timeless music yet I'm siting in this room of silence, And still I cant sleep from the noise that is embodied in this city.
If you could only be kept in one memory what would it be. I wonder if this will carry us through the wanderings of foolish dreams. This moment is the cold breeze settling in a field, and with winter approaching I will try to hold on.
Cease to exist in everything that seems forever because everything is temporary.
Try to not get to comfortable, none of us will be here long.
Listen:
