I grew up pink Pink blankets swaddled me in the hospital I rode a pink tricycle And played with pink dolls I wore pink dresses in a pink house And when I stopped being little you still wanted pink I tried red I tried blood rubies filling wine glasses I tried red velvet with white lace But I’m not red And you wanted at least red So I tried purple Cloaked in grapes and the colors of royalty Wore an amethyst crown Let myself be swallowed in grape juice and plums But I wasn’t purple And yet you still pulled me to...
II. Not some single figurine, some deity, Not a constant, but personalities - Building character unto this display. A display which at any point may contain Agents of democracy, agents of duty. Willed sacrifice, shameful enterprise Composing.
III. The possibilities, never outcomes nor complete, The regrets and the hopes – short precedence. Hungry for more, a bitter taste, The bit between my teeth That I cannot remove. The celebrated in silence, The onlooker once looked on.
In this moment After three years of pain and sometimes inner agony I found a haven Where everything is as it's supposed to be
Going to work during the day Sinking into games and books by evening time It sounds so much like ordinary living It's what I wanted, it's the perfect ryhme
All dreams of "something special" are now resting Under the golden blanket of self-understanding All of those dreams where just a craving to belong But for me this ambition is now sleeping, almost gone
Today is like no other day, for today has never been. Today will pass, it can not stay, and can never be again. Can one measure the value of a minute, or the price tag on an hour? Will you fully throw yourself in it? Will you give in to it's power? Will you accept how small you are in the face of everything? What is it we are living for? What is the sense of being? For as today will surely pass, soon so too shall we. How does one leave a mark that lasts on the face of eternity?
Stare at the ceiling Think No - Nothing Roll Chin to Sheet Stare at the pillow Think Memories Uncomfortable Stir crazy Go outside Smoke Bored. Bored. Bored Eyes tired Lay down Stare at the ceiling Think
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In the rear view mirror I see myself asleep in the back, the road trailing out behind me like the future in reverse, littered with all the stuff I'm going to do. The stuff I did this morning closest. My final days just there on the horizon. The rest of my days in between.
Ahead there's all I've ever done and I'm condemned to relive it, revisit each indiscretion, mistake and act of villainy. A few moments of joy.
And the car I'm driving is the inside of my head. The windscreen is my eyes. The one asleep in the...