magnifiquementtragique asked: you still like to be my pen pal? :)
yes of course (:
Hard times go slower
Seems to me they always had
I find no comfort in shoulders
I just dreamed of someone more.
Rain on a summer’s day
It doesn’t really reach the ground
It’s just steaming clouds
all around
Hard times go slower
I expected I’ll never expect again
It’s like pushing yourself
There’s no stopping
Hard times on me
Go slower go slow
I never learn
I never learn
Displaced images of displaced dreams
Rustling curtains of my summer house
Shimmering sunset from the night camp
Galloping horses at the mountain ranch
Green hands, filthy tub, soiled smiles
It’s a dream we won’t forget
It’s a dream we lived through
The roll, the gesture and the kiss.
Displaced images of displaced dreams
The end of the tunnel is where we’ll meet
The end of the tunnel is where we’ll meet
The end of the tunnel is where we’ll meet
Where we’ll meet
We will meet.
the day i actually have a conversation that explains the reality of the six people involved, will be the day i establish a new level of friendship with this person.
how true; here are some more theories by Osmo about communication.
All these beautiful people. All I want is to be part of their life. Big fish lost in the seas.
Resonance.
The bird dips
Inside a pink
Cloud, Venus belt
Hangs over my head,
Makes me think
Of you, of your
Face, milky white.
My milky way,
An old one now,
Now we’re far apart.
Constellation’s loose,
Lost on me.
Space pirate
Come down, take me out.
I’d swap the world
For an inch deep skin,
Inch deep inside your head,
Worthless words for
Worthless hearts
Black bruised blue.
Now I won’t. oh I won’t
Ask anything of you,
Sweet pandemonium
To my brain.
Dreams, you’re just dreams.
A little fear of life makes
It worthwhile all the time.
Stab my bones
Stab me out of myself
It’ll be red skies and a
Chip on my shoulder.
The resonance of happiness. We feel it all the time. When we lose it we are lost, but I haven’t yet. Be it alcohol or be it giddiness, but I’m an egocentric bastard when I say I don’t have anything. Myself is enough. And when we’re scared of people it’s not because they’re superior, it’s just that we think they’re better than us, when in fact, it’s not true. I’m happy with my walk of life, I feel true to myself, true to what I dream and believe in and whatever anyone else says or thinks is bullshit.
