road to nowhere, road to everywhere

 

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blissful greyness

brigades of sleepless nights

moving fast, moving slow

burning in serendipity

glaciers break

we fall in sequences

squeezing for redemption

battlefields of dead souls

why so many sad eyes in happy faces

wholeness is a matter of perception

take a ride with yourself

to nowhere, but everywhere

pum pum poom poom poom pum pum

if you don’t lose you can’t find

wild rumours caress your hair

it’s a strange yet liberating feeling

intensity

wheels run inside my head

something’s moving

 

 

night owl

besides he had lost his existence for a tiny wee mini second. maybe for more. he was staring at the far end. an empty look. he was thinking. yeah, he was thinking of something. maybe football. maybe what he had for dinner. or maybe of a girl. why are your eyes so small? i didn’t want to bother you. you seem like you don’t want to talk. ironic, cos i have so many things to tell you. i like to keep my breath and go underwater and open my eyes and i get scared when the rocks are dark. my eyes are sore after a while and i want to get out. i like to swim. it relaxes my body and mind. i could live in water. sometimes i don’t know what i feel. it’s weird cos i pretend i’m honest with myself. i think i can fall in love with my friends. it’s a great feeling when you feel warm and cosy and secure. i kinda felt that way when i met you. i want to take care of you but also be taken care of. i get bored quite easily, i have to admit. when nothing happens in my life i get sad. sometimes i’m scared that i won’t be able to love someone forever and i hate myself for it. forever scares me. i think, i still don’t know how to make my life interesting. i want so many things that i don’t know what things i really want. i know i miss my friends but you can’t base your happiness on other people, cos people come and go, but i don’t want to go. i don’t think i’m ready to go. or if i am, maybe i shouldn’t. i need a break. it’s always better after you take some time off and let your mind rest. think more clearly. the other day i took the bus and got off at a place i’d never visited before. and walked. for an hour or so. i’m sure it will be something i will remember for some time. when i free my mind i always get the most powerful images. and i can breathe every second of it. i can smell and see what i smelled and saw. i’m glad i’m alive. i love animals. i really want to adopt a dog. and go for long walks and look into its wondering eyes. i truly believe animals can feel so much. the same with babies and kids. i want to be a better person. help others. do things for me. i don’t love everyone but i like helping everyone. i actually love very few people. but to those i love i give everything. it’s sunday. tomorrow i’m working, but i don’t really care. i hope i can become a better person. i will. night.

a beat of nostalgia

a panicked lady in a leather jacket

she is holding a spear in one hand and in the other

a dice for every interluding dystopia she could submerge herself in

in a robotic voice she muttered “I’ve lost my map”

surfing down the alley chased by a black swan

a hazy reflection of an anonymous emotion

a quest for a higher ground

to paint the wrath in a mazy symphony

she is now snorkelling

a jaded animal longing for comfort

in a deserted place

a precarious relegation brings reassurance

to her spotted mind

for today

but she shall never lose her map again

and blame herself

for the unscrupulous thoughts

once buried inside a wooden horse

Taco mazzzzzama

Music and life and music and life would go hand in hand if you were the hero of a pedantic dream that never ended. I want my life to treat me like a hero and hurt me like an antihero. Sometimes you are better than you think. The sun is out and all the kids want to go to the park and play their bodies out. Zig zag in a map of no beliefs. Ideas of sweetness drive my inner thoughts. I want to see and feel and see and feel. Never stop. Ever. You’ll get bored otherwise. Feel your inner truth, trust your inner truth. Dance to it. The sun’s out. I need to go to bed.