today is a strange day... no inspiration for anything, just the void inside my head...
feel this situation very stressfully, so strange.
don't know what to think now, i don't know what to feel in fact.
when i think i can realize my present is so perfect, but my future so unsure...
are the new persons i met unreal? just like in a dream? or are they real? could i touch them if they we're in the same room than me? or are they just a creation of my mind? do i become mad? or is it only medicine which makes me like that? is there anybody here? anybody other in this place? anybody who is whispering strange things to my crazy mind?
i feel like a spectator to my own life, sit down in a moldy cinema armchair, lookin' for the 10000th time the same film, the same bad film.
don't know what to think now, i don't know what to feel in fact.
so stressfully, so strange...
everything is passing in my life, everything live just few moments in, like dreams, transient, short lived...
i'm breaking open doors, running against the wind, loving dead things and crying some air.
i've lost the taste, forgot the smell, obscured the touch, close my eyes to the view and trying to make the noise silent. want to live so far away from everything. want to just live away. maybe in a dream. maybe in an empty place. maybe nowhere.
just being something else... just being air... just being a fast think in a clever head, just being a heartbreathe the time of a second...
i'm not bad today, but i'm not good, just strange... fuckin' strange...
old pix by I.A.C
just after my new tattoo... the second part soon... i'll have knuckles and orchids too on the belly with this!! ^^
feel this situation very stressfully, so strange.
don't know what to think now, i don't know what to feel in fact.
when i think i can realize my present is so perfect, but my future so unsure...
are the new persons i met unreal? just like in a dream? or are they real? could i touch them if they we're in the same room than me? or are they just a creation of my mind? do i become mad? or is it only medicine which makes me like that? is there anybody here? anybody other in this place? anybody who is whispering strange things to my crazy mind?
i feel like a spectator to my own life, sit down in a moldy cinema armchair, lookin' for the 10000th time the same film, the same bad film.
don't know what to think now, i don't know what to feel in fact.
so stressfully, so strange...
everything is passing in my life, everything live just few moments in, like dreams, transient, short lived...
i'm breaking open doors, running against the wind, loving dead things and crying some air.
i've lost the taste, forgot the smell, obscured the touch, close my eyes to the view and trying to make the noise silent. want to live so far away from everything. want to just live away. maybe in a dream. maybe in an empty place. maybe nowhere.
just being something else... just being air... just being a fast think in a clever head, just being a heartbreathe the time of a second...
i'm not bad today, but i'm not good, just strange... fuckin' strange...
old pix by I.A.C
just after my new tattoo... the second part soon... i'll have knuckles and orchids too on the belly with this!! ^^
Sinon, pour ce que tu traverses actuellement, je comprends... Il ne se passe pas un jour sans que je me dise "aujourd'hui a, mais demain?", et toujours ces envies de se tirer ailleurs... J'espre que tu arriveras trouver ta voie =)