The time it takes to think is three dots…
…Little strands of thought
like wisps of mist in the forest.
Nothing to follow
nothing to grasp
just the visible presence of
*Curtains in the Fog…
…When does memory become memory?*
I will drop anything
at any time
if you need me.
Sit and cry on rainy stoops.
They say;
“Love is watching someone die.”
And I just – ugh – so happy…
…Were the world mine,
I could write out my own dream
where la fille danse,
sarei piú popolari,
we are what we believe we are,
and I am laughing with the stars –
we will hear them, we will know…
…All that I know is I’m breathing,
nothing but a man. Breathing.
What makes a man? (I Don't Know)
What makes him tick? (I Don't Know)
Bel ragazzo, put down your sword
All we can do is keep breathing…
…My heart is beating out of context
limping for recognition
strong bodies tight skin
a figure weakened by winter’s neglect
I am disvalued
the warning signs are endless –
so who’s gonna watch you die?...
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
The time it takes to think is three dots…
…Little strands of thought
like wisps of mist in the forest.
Nothing to follow
nothing to grasp
just the visible presence of
*Curtains in the Fog…
…When does memory become memory?*
I will drop anything
at any time
if you need me.
Sit and cry on rainy stoops.
They say;
“Love is watching someone die.”
And I just – ugh – so happy…
…Were the world mine,
I could write out my own dream
where la fille danse,
sarei piú popolari,
we are what we believe we are,
and I am laughing with the stars –
we will hear them, we will know…
…All that I know is I’m breathing,
nothing but a man. Breathing.
What makes a man? (I Don't Know)
What makes him tick? (I Don't Know)
Bel ragazzo, put down your sword
All we can do is keep breathing…
…My heart is beating out of context
limping for recognition
strong bodies tight skin
a figure weakened by winter’s neglect
I am disvalued
the warning signs are endless –
so who’s gonna watch you die?...