It’s like when I close my eyes and I can still see everything I want to see. As if life itself becomes something tangible and is being boxed and crammed inside my bewildered head and my mind starts playing all these tricks and starts pulling all these strings. I grow a heart and a pulse and it collapses walls and I’m out in the open, following power lines. I can feel the electricity as I’m tagging all the streetlights across this town and across the country and straight into the real world. I can see the real world. I can see it upside down. Sometimes prettier and sometimes uglier than reality really wants me to believe. I can still see all the signs flickering on and off. Sometimes slower and sometimes faster than reality wants me to believe. I can still see a life that’s miles away from mine without there being any connection whatsoever. It’s all just a misunderstanding and it’s all just really easy to unravel but courageous people rarely breathe and I breathe rather heavily when I sleep and when I dream and when I’m wide awake in the faintest morning after sun. Nightlife defragments me and I always make the same mistakes. A billion pieces left wherever I go with hopes of someone tracking me down and I end up finding myself scattered across the floor. A veil of nothingness covering hundreds of non-plussed kids out in the streets that are supposed to be familiar but never shake the feeling of being lost. When I open my eyes I see cars spun out of control hugging telephone poles and it’s a lifestyle I’d love to call my own. Fuck me for holding out and fuck you for holding in.
Friday, August 7, 2009
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS.
It’s like when I close my eyes and I can still see everything I want to see. As if life itself becomes something tangible and is being boxed and crammed inside my bewildered head and my mind starts playing all these tricks and starts pulling all these strings. I grow a heart and a pulse and it collapses walls and I’m out in the open, following power lines. I can feel the electricity as I’m tagging all the streetlights across this town and across the country and straight into the real world. I can see the real world. I can see it upside down. Sometimes prettier and sometimes uglier than reality really wants me to believe. I can still see all the signs flickering on and off. Sometimes slower and sometimes faster than reality wants me to believe. I can still see a life that’s miles away from mine without there being any connection whatsoever. It’s all just a misunderstanding and it’s all just really easy to unravel but courageous people rarely breathe and I breathe rather heavily when I sleep and when I dream and when I’m wide awake in the faintest morning after sun. Nightlife defragments me and I always make the same mistakes. A billion pieces left wherever I go with hopes of someone tracking me down and I end up finding myself scattered across the floor. A veil of nothingness covering hundreds of non-plussed kids out in the streets that are supposed to be familiar but never shake the feeling of being lost. When I open my eyes I see cars spun out of control hugging telephone poles and it’s a lifestyle I’d love to call my own. Fuck me for holding out and fuck you for holding in.
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