what are we now but voices
who promise each other
a life neither one can deliver
not for lack of wanting
but wanting can’t make it so.
we hang from a vine
at the cliff’s edge.
there are tigers above
and below. let us love
one another and let go.

reassure

reassure me that i'm not some shit you throw on the pavement. tell me that i'm a diamond, and i'll fall +10% happier. even though i might know it's a fucking lie.

ploua

ploua pe atunci, nu mai stiu daca cu fulgere si cu tunete. ploua si acum, in sfarsit a venit vremea aceea.
azi m-am uitat intr-o parte, spre apus, spre norii portocalii si caini care se jucau. in partea opusa era luna, luminata de soarele ingreunat, impreuna cu o panza de corbi care flutura parca in vant.

nu mai stiu cine sunt, m-am pierdut de tot, nu mai stiu nimic. nu am cerut nimic, si daca as cere, ar fi ceva prea mic. nu e ca si cand as cere sa mi se aduca luna la picioare, nu. as cere o mana in alta mana, pe mal de fantana. si asta e prea mult. desi intr-o mana nici nu trebuie sa pui suflet... decat inchipuiri. si ar fi destul. ar fi sigur. ar alina durerea.
dar acum prea putin e prea mult...

ah, m-a speriat un tunet. asa n-a mai fulgerat si nici tunat de prea mult. mi-am dorit asta. oare e bine ca mi-am dorit-o? acum mi-e teama in singuratatea noptii...

i miss everything

.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

epica? nu pot.

de fapt nici nu stiu ce am putut pana acum.

i crossed all the lines and i broke all the rules...

and it did me no good. in the end, it doesn't even matter.

"EMPTY WORDS.

They don't resonate in

YOUR HEART.

You're hollow as a

DEAD TREE.

I knock on it and I hear

SILENT ECHOES.

Nobody has no heart.

I'm the heart bared by bones and flesh,

standing in the rough wind."

that's what i wrote then.

=>

you left me talentless and bare. and hollow as a dead tree.

the greatness

it's just me, alone, in this stupid place, no company at all... it's just me, trying to save what's at the surface. it's just this (this is a lie. there's another place too). but it's barren. here and there. because everything is barren and worthless and nothing. because there are no more words.
words used to flow freely, no need for encouragement. it's great, now, that i've lost all inspiration! just because i'm left with my own thoughts, alone in this grey world with no living thing, well fuck it! it's just great, how i can't seem to find anything of worth anymore. not reasons, there are reasons. but... anything worth fighting for. anything that would compensate the emptiness (that's bullshit, there wouldn't be emptiness if i had anything).
it's hard not to write, although there's nothing i could say. i think i'll just have to bathe in the greatness for a while...

"come in out of the rain"

but what if the rain, the thunder and the lightning are inside??

I'm sorry, I don't wanna leave...

Locul ăsta e un loc prea preţios ca să-l părăsesc. Prea multe amintiri, prea multă mândrie fără sens. Fericire, speranţă, decădere. Nonsensuri amare, ceva ce nimeni n-are chef să citească, because it's a waste of time. Dar n-are rost să-l părăsesc, nu-mi face în niciun caz bine.

Şi a venit şi toamna... Frunzele cad... şi alte clişee pe care toată lumea le scrie acum. Pentru mine e o eră nouă. Umplută de vechi, dar ambalajul e nou. Într-un fel reciclat, însă n-am ajuns chiar la perioada aceea ciudată. Mă întreb cum o să mă simt. Mai ciudat decât acum, cuprinsă de frig şi vânt şi miresmele trecutului? Să mă agăţ de octombrie sau să nu mă pregătesc în niciun fel? Oare ce o să se mai întâmple şi anul ăsta?...
Vara m-a părăsit pe neaşteptate, începutul m-a izbit şi a scos ceva din adâncuri, plănuind probabil să îl scuipe odată, de tot, din oceanul ăsta zbuciumat.

this is for me. maybe it'll wake me up.

"Come in out of the rain", thou sayest, but thou never step'st aside..
And I am trapped, I'm trapped
A distance there is...

My heart is of frailty, my pale skin is hued damask.
When thou thy tears hast hidden, "Come back!", thou sayest -
There I soon am to be - but how am I to run, when my bones, my heart
Thou hast me bereft!

After all these years thou left'st me down in the emotional depths
The sombre soaked velvet-drape is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant world
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately pushed aside...

A distance there is...

of course

si bineinteles ca, din nou, mintea nu tine cu mine.

si bineinteles ca, din nou, cuvintele nu conteaza si n-ar trebui sa existe.

mi-e greu.

cruelty

there is no feeling, but mine. and i'm so sick of being stabbed...