To think that two bodies, crooked by life into question marks, when encountering one another did not form a heart.. To do that, all we needed was to look each other in the eye. But you looked away.
oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.
To hide away from the world whose loveless heart has gone astrayand its inhabitants what could be a safer place than my imagination?
That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.
When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.
Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.
For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?
the pavement makes no soundas it touches your feetcalm and constantlike silence on repeatlanguidly your thoughts bleedinto the evening airin crimson red the words read'some things are beyond repair
your facethrough the blurred visionof my disillusioned eyesmergeswith the rest of them.
and now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.
...ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken...
The skin of her face,parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain,with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.
Now me and musicplay hide and seek.
she tries to envision spaceeven with her eyes open