break apart in many ways
but split in half
the conscious stays

You're my favourite

but we're fading

lend me other rooms
leave my mind extending
willingly i take
but consciously i'm fading

You wanna spend forever
somewhere nothing matters?

Lass uns mit jedem *******und atemzug, die luft, die weht, als glück verspüren, um auch beseelt in zeiten segeln zu können, in denen uns das glück nicht gegönnen.

Forever in trouble for arts sake
for people's duties and mistakes
but soft and pure the plan is drawn
with hands like feathers but mouths as claws.

I craft words
With imagery
Inside my head,
I weave and I write
As I go along,
Swarming my brain
Like a thousand bees,
The clock hand ticks
Quicker than mine,
So sometimes I run
Off the page and forget
What I was even thinking.

I think I'm broken
No really
There's something not right
I don't feel the things I should
But I see beauty in the flow of traffic
I have no motivation to breathe
And yet I inhale, and exhale constantly
My body is moving forward
My mind is expanding
But here I am
Stuck standing
I have zero desire to move forward
But I don't want to stay

letting it go too far over
whispering lines none too sober
deep into superficial radical concerns
but the comfort theme overall well stirred
fulfilling holes by plain symbolic gestures
miming intentions in meaningless false truths–

eyes on the pistol, the cure as a symbol.

Unfold blind in sheer despair
******* your fingers, dance away