You say I am childish
"hope you know it yourself"
Just want to shout, explain how ****** up you are
I can’t
You don’t do that, I don’t do that
It’s not that I really want to either, but my emotions consume
me
A therapist once said
“But what do you do when your angry?”
As if controlling your emotions was a revelation
If you are angry, your angry
****, I just realize how counterproductive it is
Write a poem
go for a walk
letting the music conquer
Screams, screams in silence

My mind tends to consume me
I twist everything
over and over and over
Thinking the same thoughts
same pattern
I twist everything
over and over and over
Thinking the same pattern
consuming my world
I twist
everything(?)

Time that lacks contour, a longer text without substance is exchanged for the concentrate
Maybe the flow wants to lose itself in itself
Unrelated words seem to make sense or if it is just sentences that seems to create structure
It does not mean anything
Nothing is a funny word, out of nothing came everything
What is then really the beginning? Nothing is no longer reliable
A draw back, the same eternal thought, eternal thought
A universe's dragging inexorably lost
Let it be said a friend, just let it be, you lose yourself
Then I laughed, it’s funny, real funny
We can’t lose when we already lost
Let me be clear, I am not
I mean clear, neither in writing nor thought
But and here comes my problem, if there is no beginning and no end
Time that lacks contour
Then I am done

Leave it behind
Baby
Leave our walls
let's just go
out into the night
It could be that simple
so simple
Start something new
just leave everything
Let's do it right this time
let us
just come along
Please
please
let's just go away
out
in the night

I don’t do relations
My cynicism has caught on to me
My experience screams of failure
Friends talk about infidelity
about
betrayal, just betrayal
I don’t do relations
can’t take it no more
still
maybe
You, you got to be there
be here
I don’t do relations
If not
maybe
You

Duududduuuu
Mhmhmmhmmh
Music that is silent
silences
everything within me
That puts my being in the swing
"All I see, all I see"
Wohohooh
In my own loneliness disappears
my thinking
Music dominates
my soul
(what ******* soul?)
swings my being
Makes me remember what has always been
makes me
want more

Much can be said about nothing at all
like
there is no longer substance
in
the actual
The nature of being runs out of us all
in our eternal pursuit of a ******* understanding
We are not more or less important
I matter
you matter
The value of humans will always be constant
The value of our actions cannot be assessed by a simple
a short
glance
The value of our actions is constant
just like our non-actions
We don't need an appliance
a medium
as a wave master of our own importance
our value

Stroke it, a try to complexity
gives
pretentious expression
It is no longer obvious
I'm thinking of
pink sky
on
no clouds
I think there is no longer me, you, it
There is only one
pink sky
No clouds
balloons
just hot air balloons
over
Pink sky

Ahh ****, no matter how I twist and turn things it always seems like I miss
something
It seems
to just be this ******* mess
I want to write exuberant
want to be happy, a big ******* party
But, my cynicism
my slowly increasing bitterness
makes me to the person I hate
So, guess that’s fun