the breath of history in unknown bodies intoxicate my sight I might say it chokes me with a mystified light I have to learn how to breath my own life it's easy to confuse the absent with the real the incorporation of dread, hidden feelings and unspoken truths a subtle tyranny no body carried my body in a mind
I want to spend my life writing love stories I will forget by midnight and rewrite with laughter
between generations a subtle struggle cause there isn't still enough space inside for the life of one's boundaries it's either you or me to suffer but everybody is OK we smile at each other, we appreciate each other
unbearable life colonizes the body with unbearable silence, signs without symbols but symptoms, drives and confiscated stories unreachable bodies woven together by force in the fabric of illusion cast a dimming shadow like the melancholy of an echo heard by no body