"Chills

Chills come racing down my spine... like a storm on my skin

With shaking hands, I'll giude your sweet soul into mine... until I feel you within"

I miss him,

We talk, even a bit,

And the feeling sediment, the deposition of my feelings for him on my every single cell fly back to air making a storm within me.

" Like memories in cold decay, Transmissions echoing away, ... Will we bu inside the fires of a thousand suns?" No matter how hard I try to hide it .... it will come back at a time of sorrow. Is the

"Drink a cup of emptiness

tame the storm, in your head

put a lid on your memories,

fighting darkness, with hollowness"

Mixture of feelings in my head cup, but a certain feeling state ends in a certain memory. Sadness. I avoid reviewing the past. but it entraps me in a coer eventually. I surrender. Tears fall. And I do the same the next time. An endless circle.

"May your love never end

and if you need a friend

there's a seat here alongside me"

To say as much as you want to a friend, and you lessen the pressure by increasing the volume the words are floated in. Yet, it's limited. You wouldn't be absolutely honest, if you were, it would be unpleasant to be revealed.... as in Free association. The pure you is shameful. Pathetic. No matter if you are a narcissist outside or not.

"and I'll hide from the world behind a broken frame

and I'll bu forever I can't face the shame"

It's about the eye. the tones of secrets it holds. you open the eye gate and the feelings flood out, but to hide them you need barriers.

A moment it's all shown in my eyes and then I close the damn dam. he does too. my eyes remain meaningless and cold. with the closed gates holding the enormous feeling flood on the other side. is it humane? shame? shyness? morality?

but then my eye can't bear the pressure, it's stretched, to .... and forms a vitreous hemorrhage.

"We must rapidly begin the shift from a "thing-oriented" society to a "person-oriented" society." Nordic Giants- Together together alone A ball of uncertainity and doubt repeating itself in corridor

"Is it still worth fighting

Is it still worth begging

know how heaven looks like

let's try hell it might be right, oh"

Abruptly you cut the street in your mind I was walking on and I fall down into a grey valley with accumulating tension. then in maximum tension, I experience the deepest self hypnosis of my life, sucking me upwards, with my eyes aloft. and I suspend. in your ear suspension. throw it away.

it's not healing.

99 was a middle-aged albino rabbit but he didn't remember his real name, the number tattooed on his left foot was the only thing left of his identity. He used to think it brings him good luck. That's

She was ruing but she actually was ruing out of time. She had a deadline, but she was already dead. Another stupid race. She felt someone is stretching the tether around her neck… and felt she was

Last night, heavy atmosphere, tension in the air, I asked mom to come and watch an episode, they were on the couches, and I made the online movie ready to be shoown and went to my room for a moment, t