wearing my fathers tie its print making it clear which era it is from i feel like my father, because it is wearing me – not me wearing the tie the last time it was worn was when he was in his 20’s accepting an award from the university he so proudly contributed to but …
a while ago young man here we are meeting after months of holding down the fast-forward button just us two our usual meeting spot where the still of the night washes away our troubled mind where the noise gets too much and the ears pop and you experience an almost euphoric absolution from life you …
most things are futile but we do them anyway when you are serious, no effort is futile if it is intentional but how often am i serious? how much of life going on around me do i even notice? nature’s gears spin around you there are an unimaginable amount of mechanisms at play every individual’s …
feet in the grass feet in the sand feet walking around in the pouring rain body and soul intertwined timeless simple living abundant oxygen rushing and flushing the system readjusting my sense’s sensitivity to the numbing of modern living a re-emerging energy making its way up out of the darkness shattering the linear axis …
all I want to do is feel something without emotion, I feel like I’m in a paralyzing limbo getting dizzy while the world spins on without me with its grand illusions of meaning and righteous behavior While I wait to join it disturbed water slowly releasing its trapped energy Young man, you are still learning …
melbourne wala gabru charr saal ho gye balliye ishqe di booti lye nu kive tu inna pyar khatteya jera patta hi ni si mai rakehya // dadda dadi te pakka gyi hove gi jinna ne inna mittha bol na tenu sikha dita // hafte baad milna hor ni mere toh hunda mere saa suki jande …
stuck in the darkness feeling an empty pain with no source he is a brittle shell of a man he is me nowhere to run no drink to pour no desire to love he is me scared to run scared to fight stuck in his thoughts he is me but I do not recognize him …
where did you go? you’re like all the lost memories that shaped me and now im questioning how i got here through the amour fou that consumed us the sex that sustained us and the sunset ice creams that calmed us why have i become so blasé about the amour fou the night that kept …
first, the pain faded away then the songs went away the trouble in front of me remained what am i to make of this? it feels like a peaceful falsehood everyone is running toward something they’re moving with purpose, rushing to the center with the bell tower i trip at my first step my ears …
Young and dazed Everything fills me with either love or rage I’m not sure how it got this way Nor do I know what the way is I was told growing up is glowing up But I’m just dazed by these bright lights Bright lights, nothing going on in my head
