Philosophy
Pattern, cut, path, normalized
In a new way that I did fortunately take I feel the chosen wavelength on the everyday music tumbling over my ears. Felt a bit too much gravity and shining star, brighter each time. Where are the beautiful circling around the little puzzling artefact leaved by the others leaf going each and other way burning the hand of the light and remarks that leave others kind of surprise. It was a soft touches that blind me up.
Sometimes but not always I did open and close my eyes to brightened little assumptions over the tracks full of rest of bottle on the way toward. From another world, completely going forever.
Over a sigh of brush, time to go from a feeling to another ones. Did everything just stop there and always come back somewhere else, marking the little ground.
Love sight, love stay, love underwent.
Sometimes but not always,
It will go, and come back again.
A little track with a little poem
Here a little track with a quick poem…
Hopefully it’s pretty cryptic.
Coming to this town
Fooling all around
She is a lifted stars
It’s a pretty good life
Everything seem to be crashing in the sky
No more tears have vanished so quick
It go beyond reach
Another breaking sound
Where do she come so clearly
That it disappear so quick?
There is no way to be left down
It coming better that way
Tomorrow is maybe better than yesterday
The street of New Way
The big time I say I was somewhere in between. I look there nothing that changes, long time getting on. I would believe it flow once in a while. I keep on walking in the little place. Never I take that long path, I refuse to admit I was looking like them. I keep negotiate really near there almost a long road but today I don’t have time for that. I am willing to find someplace one day, surely hope. Living like that is a bit too much ahead. Things were living in that place. I hold my best way to go up. The perfect dream has to be relapsed, it goes further the point of no return. I guess they all silence that kind of vivid. Look upon another wall. Convey the pathway each side, get the loopback, it would do the hold. Things bring always a better way to appreciate the little bit of conjecture.
My personal daemon
I guess what I am still not really know is how far it can go. Life is a good thing to get through. When I was sitting near the place of the street, I was looking there for the night become like dust. I get twine into the brightness of the big heap. Until the snow could beat my generous and also filter all the mockery of the limb. I guess no one knows where it could have gone. My clue was purposely waiting at the pace of my window heart. Collapsing into the big circuit of this perfect land with lamp. I was searching the energy that fuel that rampage and dispute all the tiny little mark under the skin so hard I couldn’t sleep with lots of it, I was fueling to dust.