[042] this paranoid, paralysed vampire act's a little old.
over thinking, over analysing separates the body from the mind
withering my intuition, missing opportunities and i must
feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines
mum's gone. the flat would be deathly quiet but i'm being a douchebag and playing all my tool albums REALLY loudly at 2am. i dunno, maynard screaming puts me at peace. somewhat.
*shrugs*
took some photos of a cool cubic art installation at the airport. enjoy.
i'm reaching up and reaching out
i'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me
and following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been
we'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been