on the radio I heard a song about the place.

I’m weightless
I’m a burden to this water
I’m restless
I sit tight in the crater

You.. The villain who swallowed the light
You’d be drown in your own laughter
While waiting the birds taking flight
You…the ravens peck your heart for shelter
For there’s nowhere else to hide

They tell you lunacy has a daughter
And you smile. For you knew her alright

I’m a wanderer
I’m an easy prey to gravity
You… You are no better
You who pull your teeth off of sanity

Who gave you direction to that place?
Where long ago we shed our recklessness?
South of the sun, away from grace
Where lilies and poppies are faceless
A tiny-slip away from where boredom laze
The boring call it Madness

Guess I’ll see you there


It is a faultless performance, but faultless performances cannot be celebrated, in the end everyone thinks themselves capable of faultless performances, no courage seems to be required for a faultless performance. Aeroplanes in BresciaKafka

It’ spooky to consider, us turning teeth into gold and gold into eyeballs. Thing in is either flesh or money, like they can’t be both at the same time. They would be like somebody being both alive and dead. You can’t. You got to choose. – bodie carlyle

I am
I am not
I am pierrot the clown
I am the bird on your windowsill
I am that tangy twinge in red velvet
I am that streak of blue on the yellow sunlight
I am senseless
I am the lake which bottom you can’t see
I am nowhere
I am the villain who drilled your heart for shelter
I am the dancer
I am the taste of sea that sleeps on your tongue
I am the milk that had been spilled
I am that scent that comes before rain
I am the piece of shiny surface that reflects your image
I am patch of dried tears on your cheeks
I am the gum stuck at the heels of your shoes
I am not the girl you misses much
I am scared
I am the chill that gives you goose bump
I am the leaf that brush your feet on my way to the sewer
i am tired
despite everything i am
still you don’t know me