The Night LifeWe're moving as fast as snails.The Night Life
It's alright though, my Mother told me that snails see the beauty in everything we miss.
These legs are dragging; there's a detachment between my mind and those shuffling feet.
I forget where I'm going. i need to retrace those steps to find out where I lost the she that I could have been.
The Things I NeedTired, cold, alone. Desperation Rushing through My veins with every pump of the heart. Breaths. Short & sharp. Getting caught at the back of my throat.The Things I Need
These walls are closing in now; feelings compartmentalised into this cube, this ever-contracting cell.
I need colour & light, I need sound that isn't just "you stupid cunt"
i o u.I owe you: one kiss. one hug. one punch to the throat. You gave me heartache, sore ears from the yelling.i o u.
I learnt three things: love doesn't evolve from the clenched fist. you'll get treated like trash if you stand for it. your favourite food is beef stroganoff. ...and I hate it. Love was never a problem, only the in-between part of the day.
It all changed:
an old deviant
I got interested in your work over a year ago and have since moved on. You have (however briefly we met) made an impression.
I am now addicted to philosophy, I'm not sure if that's your fault or if its just something that I knew for longer that I had to get into to bring balance to my life (pure skeptic)
anyway I think you might be interested in this
free domain radio
[link]
its brain food.
ps
your art disturbed me a little.
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