So it's been a few months since I last wrote anything here, and it turned out to be the translated lyrics of a song. I guess I don't feel like this is a personal place where I can write about myself much. A lot has changed, and happened, but none of that actually matters. We're all living creatures standing on a blue ball in the middle of nothing, and we're all going to die sooner or later. HAH.
Life is coming back to normal for a lot of people, and those are their lives and it's okay, and I have doubts about everything and that's just what normal people do and have.
I know I'm not the only one thinking the way I think about things, but som
the heart pounds
but this time out of rhythm with time
lost and forgotten at home
going to explode through my nose
turn myself to the sweaty covers
stare at the rust growing on me
it eats into the shell
i stand up, i'm dizzy
i'm crumbling away
walking past myself
clothe myself naked
and then strip
woken up but put to sleep
can't sleep a wink
i speak aloud and travel inside myself searching
i search for life
for a while i stood in place
with hope as my friend i make up some time
i look for a good beginning
but i becomes a disappointment
the heart stops
i insert a pacemaker (which i
this is the opening sentence to the text, something cryptic or maybe a verse from a poem or lyrics to the song i'm listening to
this is where i express my inability to write, by telling you, the reader, that i am unable to write. i will not apologize.
this is when i write something that makes me think but doesn't really go anywhere.
now i apologize and finish it off with a random suggestion or opinion of a random current event or cultural reference.
and the real thing can be summed up in a simple sentence: