Direktlänk till inlägg 6 juni 2010
En insikt om hur värdelöst det är att försöka hjälpa,
eller över huvud taget bry sig.
En stor fet brist på uppskattning, som dock uppskattades av mig,
för nu vet jag i alla fall sanningen.
Två sorgligt dåliga ursäkter senare.
Men det som är mest sorgligt är nog att ju mer jag observerar er,
ju mer inser jag att det inte finns något hopp.
Är det underligt att jag flyr dit ni inte kan hitta mig?
I think I need to get myself locked up. Confined to solitude. Away from this world and it's chaos. Wouldn't that be nice? ...
I can hear something lurking, dont really know what it is though. But it feels kinda desensitized, empty in some fashion. It has done for a while now, but I haven't really been able to figure out what it is yet. It feels like if I did figu...
I miss the comfort of spontaneity. Back then, nothing was impossible. And now, most of it all is. Even the most simplest of things. They can't be done, can't be implemented. It's total Bullshit,that's what I say. I hate that time has made...
Maybe you aren't there, yet you exist. The line between real and unreal isn't what it used to be. I see you everywhere, making my continuality consistant. Making my space undefendable. Making my space a viscious place. It sets me to longter...
I get put in a corner. I feel quite safe there. It overlooks the whole room, my spot. Everything seems to have a continuing calm pattern. The sounds and the movements. 15 people sitting still, 3 people moving randomly, yet not. They move ...
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