******* dreams come false behind the sink in a one bedroom apartment
I remember the smell of curtains from the seventies

When we were young no-one told us bleeding hearts were scribbles on a bathroom wall
No-one told us how to fall

I made love to an older man once, and found that his fear of breaking me made me feel like porcelain

though I have had to be a mountain, stone, for some time now

We sang along to slow music in fast cars, the adrenaline days
Lingering in limbo made me think I was a hundred years old,

newborn

Names escape me, even I escaped me
as a lovely side effect to the escape itself
Toxic love children singing along to bohemian rhapsody, summertime melancholy

I used to love guinness in my attempt to be a poetically old soul, eighteen years old
Feet dancing across rooftops in a haze

Dazed

Stressed. Depressed. Compressed.

For so long I held my head under water
When finally free, the lightest of touches would burn my skin

And from deep within I felt a desire to possess

Heart still set aside,
I am become purple

Say my name

You call me the one while holding a mirror
The cracks you see will always be mine

Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave,
never gave it much thought
All will be bygones soon enough

Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens
With wine it turns to liquid

Quicksilver love
Creatures in winter fog
And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back

To the right music my heart will break into
a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain

Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark
Oh, put me back together, you,
with golden poetry and call me art
Give me your story of choice

And did you know?

When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry
Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain

The beauty of it all, the beauty of you,
of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams

Still

My inner life is but a daydream
Oh, words, please fail me
My smile, please betray me
I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions

The wall is too high
The wall is too thick

And honesty would break our hearts

Hello fate
I keep avoiding you
I keep looking for a purpose less difficult, looking for a place on the ground
I stay frightened of the stars
One day I'll fly away
I'm sure
One day I'll slip and slide and levitate
and forever lose your hand
Forever
Cold, alone and an absolute wildflower growing trembeling in the sky
With my cloudy brain
When will we learn to comunicate? Several years ago
and in a future
where everything is silver

I travel trough the heavy rain
I sit lonesome on a lonely train
I play blues
These days are grey,  these nights  are blue
my mind keeps coming back to you
I play the blues

I travel with desire
Past houses lit on fire
I play jazz
Windows lit by sundown
My train-seat old and rundown
I play jazz

Rainbow roads in colored blurr
Pretty little towns I'm sure
I play swing
Past mirror waves and open sky
My stomach tingles, wonder why I
Play swing

***** feet on ***** train
Skin so white I see my veins
I play punk
Impatient taps and flickering lights
Soon the day will turn to night
I play punk

Head in the clouds, mind at ease
Longing for the morning breeze
I play Pink Floyd
Memories hanging from branches
Passengers sharing brief glances
I play Pink Floyd

I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still...
I travel not by force... yet not by will
Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film
beyond the windowsill

Tonight I am color blind, and nothing tastes right. The room is like I left it last, it's dark, but still too bright.
Lots of strange items in a pile on the floor. Some dust and a beer bottle next to the door.

Out my little window, darkness there, still. The wind is slowly humming, I am cold and feeling ill.
Another tired sigaret, my eyes are turning red. Too late by far, yet I am far from my bed.

The room seems bigger now, a mile from side to side. I am dreaming already, but have yet to close my eyes.
Pretty little objects by the window in a row. Oh, no I'm not depressed, my friend. On the contrary, I'm in love.

I wear shadows like a cloak, weighing heavy on my shoulders
Mysterious sounds bid me up to dance
The fireplace is lit to keep my corpse warm
Silent whispers, lights that flicker, this is the darkest hour

I see myself from deep within
Trough chest and not trough eyes
Smiles have faded, my heartbeat rests
This is the time when day becomes night

I swim in the sensation I borrowed from yesterday
I sleep midair, creatures crawling, fighting for my attention
They put on a show, like gleaming embers
Until they become the morning sun

And I keep spiraling