31
2013
sometimes
Keep telling youself that is just sometimes.
That just sometimes you fall into the abyss and float, wallow, un-be… if that is actually a word.
I have never been there to greet you on your return, which is fairly obscure because i am you.
You are this… ball of yarn, that unravels, twists and falls back neatly into the original configuration.
Never moving forward, passively moving backwards just because time keeps moving and leaves you behind.
I am not.you. I am but a prisoner of you.
In here i am free, but i cant move because of you.
Let me out.
This is the only way to reach you… from the outside.
Beacuse as much as i scream inside, you pay no attention, no regards, so unpolite.
So keep telling yourself that is just sometimes, becuase i see you. I see you fall at every corner, this golden corners of ours.
29
2012
Reblogged from vanished :
"I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls."
17
2012
"
From twelve there where none… now i live on the ground.
Returning to pieces, to fragments of undone stories.
I fight to rest, obviously conflicted.
Revolved in the same matter as once before and once again.
Muddy steps from quicksand, hard to move ahead.
But i move and that comforts me.
17
2012
17
2012
Reblogged from vanished :
"But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself."
17
2012
Amplified echos… Shadows offer none called memories. I rest on the elixir.
16
2012
16
2012
Reblogged from vanished :
"The truth is, laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought, choked, half strangled, or surrendered to with humiliation."
15
2012
"I say simple, then go and complicate myself."
15
2012
Reblogged from austinkleon :
Roland Topor, Rebonjour, 1981, linocut
one of my favorite artists (as well as a highly considered writer in France) and a true “bon-vivant.” When Art and I met him in the early 80’s he had an incredible Rabelaisian laugh.
Posts I like:
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Selfish
I don’t love you for the simple fact that you are me.
I could never love me.
And I won’t... -
Two Accounts Of Human Death
My Mother once told me,
if an ambulance is driving slowly
with it’s... -
“You’re gonna look back and have regret!
(Yeah, I probably will.)
You two already act like a...” -
“He mused-
my mind is but a nugget.
A lump, thought I,
a comet is this.
Dust of stars, ancient
...” -
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Michael Murphy - Look
