You can’t go there

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And so I went.

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Where the eye can’t see, the head can’t look.

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A perfect silence drawing the sky
Flashes and lightning where darkness can’t be shy
Wilderness hidden in the depths of the woods
For every leaf that’s taken
and every forgotten moods
It’s just out of the fields, where deers come at night
Where the rabbits hear thunder
That is where it might.

The 36th floor . Maybe you think you are a nobody, but I still remember you – Kooru

Yeah, I noticed you removed your blog a while (okay: years) ago. I have no idea if you are still in blog-world, or I don’t know if you’re still alive actually. I really hope so, though I hope you’re better than how I ‘knew’ you. Often you crossed my mind. No 36th floor anymore.

I was always hoping it would come back. Still. THough I don’t think so, I’m not even sure if you will ever read this, or if you still remember me, but I never forgot about you.

I’m not sure what I want to reach with this post. I hope that you realize that I appreciated your appearance. That I miss that 36th floor. That often you cheered up my mind, just by replying. I just hope that you know that you didn’t dissapear. Maybe you think you’re a nobody, and you dissapear, but you’re a missed member in blogworld too.

 

 

 

 

It’s the sad of joy

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Walking through the storm, when everyone’s inside

and you know that step by step

you’ll get closer to the end

 

because

it doesn’t really matter which road you take:

they all lead to the same point.
Can you face the truth?

Can I face the truth?

Step by step, moving on.

Moving on, to the still.

 

Can you imagine, what it’s like?

When the mind that captures your soul

And your sould captures your mind.

 

Memories are flashbacks of the future

And tears are the drops of the rain

and steps are the sprints to the finish line,

the complete nothingness,

What else could you do?

Closer to the pain

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An alarm clock, and it’s dark outside.

I hear the wind, and the rain.

A brand new day, a brand new day of misery.

eating breakfast like everything is allright

a shower and the trip to work.

Fake smiles,

pretending everything is okay

but inside stings

reveal the pain.

and trying to hang on so hard

but the pressure is enormous

and every day, again and again

a brand new day starts.

A brand new day.

On the outside

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Thick glass, but the sky is already dark

nothing can break this

decent distance,

and life is playing on the other side of this invisible screen

but it seperates me, and it seperates them.
There are not taxis on the streets,

nevertheless it seems crowded,

people with hats and umbrellas

finding their way and moving on the pavement

 

All I do

stand here, observe

because I can’t be

part of this world.