
i do live strait under roof
in a loft-aka-my present room
it is on carpet where i draw stories
on slopes of ceiling//give myself to agony
of creation suicide
–
my head is empty
same time i see so many things
arranged around like in a circus tent
i like them appear random and with no description
as such, maybe, nothing really remains persistent
everything around is just a vague translation
of one’s mind interpretation crazy
–
i am trying to digg the joy
of loosen dog//it is happy
but dont know what to do with its freedom
which equals to bloody moronism
executed in girly fashion
–
i have this deep feeling
that rush and doing things in middle of tornado
brings u to messed up mazes
of possibilities endings
which is sound, cause slit open rationality
pours out amazing stuff>>
it is momentual/fast changing/irrational
situation fuck up
–
i have learnt to lay down
listen what carpet wants to say
let the water run and keep non-disturbing
to what is going to happen
.
life has it’s own pace
and human sickening rush n greed
has made all things impossible
to fulfill themselves
///
i will remain calm
superflow
open to whispers
n silent stories
:: i want to watch the dawn
and let the fresh night air been navigated
across my face
while church bell rings the hour
///





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