Life is chasing me

PICS) Ibiza 2011

"You're heart's a mess, you won't admit to it"

The subconscious is a parallell universe in which I aim to travel, to seek for truth. The conscious is a barrier, a sky where predators await me, ever struggling to keep me from myself. Every night I buy a new ticket and every night my plane crashes, thus there I am, left amongst the wrecks and burning parts. The flames consume me, I melt away in screams unheard.   

I run a never-ending marathon, with no room to rest. Chaos, all around me is chaos, amid which your laughing echoes. Your ignorance, mocking me with an intensity comparable to lightning's strike. Your eyes wide open but nevertheless, blind as can be. WHY CAN'T YOU SEE? PLEASE. JUST SEE. SEE ME.

I don't, I won't

"I hate to turn up, out of the blue, uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me, it isn't over


Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you, too
Don't forget me, I begged, I remembered you said
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead


Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?"

Bon Iver

SPONTANIOUS SUMMER

"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page."

Saint Augustine