Falling fast
From high above
The dawning
Delirium
Faltering
from Ego
Bitter In Taste
Sweet in Action
And this is
When
You must
Jump
Knowing that
Soon
The Ground
Will meet
You

whenever you feel all alone,
remember this simple truth:
we're really all alone, together*...


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Thoughts revolve in my head
sometimes good , sometimes bad.
I feel like I am in carousel
that rotates endlesly
arousing my fantasy.

Sometimes it relives me
but increases my fear.
swetty hands and dificult to breathe
try to push away but it resist.

I become tense
emotions is raging inside me
because Im very sensitive.
And its dificult to get peace.
Usually it helps to get it out
in form of lyrics to show how I feel
with hope to get a positive refill.


Doctors try to cure and control the thoughts
in my head with medication and therapy.
But is it good to get stable
without passion for my creativity?
Without compasion and possibility
to discribe and explane how I feel...

I like the way your last night skin
Burns the iciness,
When the first reddish ray of sun
Penetrates each pore of your bare back.
And every time I touch
The mocha colour of your skin,
Fragrance of caffeine
Seeps in through my nerves
To make me intoxicated.
Now, there is no doubt left, that
My morning is going be good.

China white,
two lines of coke
Northern lights
blinded by smoke,
it all seems broke,
I'll just resign
find some more time
and one more line
feeling alright
with China white.

Jukebox plays
yesterday's songs
nothing new
nothing belongs
a rainbow of oil
no colours to spoil
back to the foil
two lines of coke
more China white
blinded by smoke
feeling alright.

When the lights run through
my head
laser guns
thinking me dead,
I go back to
things that I knew
nothing to do
falling in blue
with two more lines
these are the times
China white climbs
into my bed.

it is a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,

only just a theory,
yet used independantly,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

the film continues,
some of the old cast, new actors oblige,
ideas on lack of addictive ways.
simple days without receptors.
singing under breath, counting, unpacking boxes,
this is the lead. hints are posted, and may you believe them graciously.

for many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of focus,
we could not read the other language.
the film continues…. peptides.

sbm.

seems we have not been to all the mills,
never will. some are gone, yet we have seen them.

seen things that are never there. lost our way,
if there ever was one?

there is a book, we did not buy it, perhaps
a need to find out for ouselves.

it has become a metaphor, a place to be lost in.

he said they bolted the looms down, we disagree.

sbm.

write the words, she says
that helps.

it is a drop in the ocean, and cannot
help those already lost in the ocean.

it was said in depth we drown, and so
it is so.

we cannot rescue the drowning, record the names.

here.

so we draw dresses.

black dresses do not sell so well.

sbm.