Massive Attack – Splitting the Atom
As the Year of Tiger crawls nearer to us, the desire for a brand new start grows beyond control. I had a ridiculous year. I did ridiculous things. I had ridiculous thoughts. I met ridiculous beings. I want them all off. Time is slowly ticking. When life is too good, nothing tastes sweet. Which is … Read more
I’m stuck.
I’m completely stuck. The fact that the world is falling doesn’t seem like a fact. Yet the feeling is too contingent to ignore. How much I want to portray all these with fancy words but not a single word touches my nerve. With the stains of history on your sleeves, one could but look forward, … Read more
The Feeling of Losing Everything.
“I feel strange, covered in waves of confusion and people not looking inside, all the stars all seem to collapse, over the sea of my thoughts and the net comes creeping, over the calm and I’m caught and all is lost in a storm, of something sinister. As I leave to go away, the lazy … Read more
Marie.
She drags her steps forward cautiously, avoiding to fall into any other thoughts about other than whatever in her sight. Their voices are everything she is curious about. Resonance she might have long forgotten about. In the daytime she soaks herself in the crowd. The complexity of characters. temperatures. personalities. She feels safe at one … Read more
The Three Silent Springs
They look beautiful in wintertime.
False Flags
You don’t know how much I am addicted to it. And how much I have been. It feels like the only real voice to me.
Minutes
Love to take minutes like these, minutes of peace, and keep them close. In this light, little to hide, here by my side, and so connected. Surreal ease, leisurely free, hushed and serene, head to toe. Can’t say why I’m suddenly shy, humble and mild, and so contented. Is this real? Am I still here? … Read more
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After all, what is it for? The crowd keeps trailing, with more and more fun seekers squeezing inside the spillover of the mass. The landscape of parasitism. Ghosts hide behind their masks, they can’t even face the bare empty souls. Dressed in quirkiness, the teenagers bounce along the packed alleys, under the impression that the … Read more
Protected: This is my September.
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