January 2011
3 posts
Now. writing about love...
…seems like writing about a distant foreign land I once visited a long, long, time ago. hazy memories. vague descriptors. an idea that it exists; but no solid evidence, or recent memory amounting to anything which might support the notion.
(it seems trite, to want to buy a ticket - for a flight, to visit the far off land again - merely for inspiration, if only just to have something - about...
Empty Days & Endless Nights
…at first, it might sound nice.
I need help. I have to get back in the fight. Hopefully there are people out there reading my ridiculous plights. Maybe someday, i’ll meet someone, who will save me from these EMPTY DAYS & ENDLESS NIGHTS.
don't leave me alone with my dreams.
stay asleep.
there is so much life. It’s passing. All happening.
don’t notice.
your walls are family.
your life is simple.
don’t collaborate.
don’t complicate it.
there’s nothing more to achieve, than mediocrity.
you have no choice but to live with us. buy our wares. pay for our services. it’s in the air you no. we don’t have time for those who wont...