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There’s always books. And the wind through trees.
The skin of her face, parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain, with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.
For the minority, what else is democracy than dictatorship?
you’re ignoring me so loud that it’s deafening. This silence is so deep that it’s echoing.
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.
To hide away from the world whose loveless heart has gone astrayand its inhabitants what could be a safer place than my imagination?
I cover the floor with a thin layer of imagination so that i’ll always land softly.
Now me and musicplay hide and seek.
Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.
it’s miraculous how the shallow can injure in such a profound way.
she tries to envision spaceeven with her eyes open
your facethrough the blurred visionof my disillusioned eyesmergeswith the rest of them.
...ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken...
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.
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
When I am awake, I sleep, but when I dream I come to life.
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.
Music itself has taught me never to underestimate a mistake, for, in the midst of all, it’s often in that mistake where the realm of the unexpected creation is hidden.
I love it when there’s nothingLeft to see but tiny spots of what’s still lightStories piercing the night.
oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.