I wish I could let you know that your world is not falling to pieces. I wish I could peel back the clouds in the day and you would see the silver stitches holding the sky together even as the wind howls ever so violently against that sail driving your dreams forward in the opposite direction. And at night I wish I could show you the millions and ( Read more... )

Guitars and synthesizers twinkle like stars or the sound of whales travelling into the infinite horizon, whose tails slap the sea and send it into a white frothy burst of foam, alive and kicking for a second then fizzing out into lifelessness. We dream of the skies and the sea when we're bound to the ground, not by chains but by our conventions, by ( Read more... )

whitespace, staring into whitespace, all you keep clicking is "go earlier, go earlier"

running into the archives for words to shove down your throat when you're wordless

thoughts running on words popped like pills

morning sunrise ( Read more... )

I can't continue writing "Home" argh lousy lousy lousy and I can't even rescue the "Return To Sender" plot.disconnect: there is a whole tangled yard of ribbon in here, winding round like roads would hug a mountain 'til it dies as bulldozers cut into its rock-hard skin (how strong are their jaws i wonder) and squeeze it into nothing more but a stick ( Read more... )

I really don't like the third paragraph though, yet half my emotions lie there. Suggestions? /:
i am not afraid of silence. silence is a white concrete wall between us; rough but smoothened and smothered white all over, bleached of all emotion that can be expressed in colour, so that we cannot understand each other for fear of misunderstanding. a ( Read more... )