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 …
you’re looking for me i can see you’re stressed out looking nervous on your first date because he ain’t turn out you pictured you pass the time wishing and dreaming about walking out and running into a stranger that you can’t spend the rest of your life without we’re on a collision course don’t look …
Too bad I’m not enough Too bad I’m going to fuck it up Too bad I won’t let you try To scratch away my insecurities And let you touch my golden heart It’s not on you it’s on me We’re over before we started I ended it too early You wanted to nurture me But …
