who knows.

I´ve got myself into a bind
trying to find the love
in your heart that was there at the start
But no, there you go, saying okay
just go, you may leave if you need
Its all fine by me.

The Brutality of Reality

Explore your mind of confusion that is wrapped up in utter delusion. Hoping to be delivered the morning paper a day early to know the weather, sunglasses or umbrella? To live a life gripping to the fragile hope that the unknown will be better than the known. Everything that is new will soon be old, another story that will be told. The brutality of reality is that everything is fleeting and security exists only in a conceptual world that is so cleverly painted in our minds over time. These words are nothing but a dullness that have been spat out of someones mouth into mine and then recycled for this line. I am unoriginal just like yourself not an individual. The realization of this begins a liberation, but will continue this cycle of boring imagination. If I continue this hopeless onside deliberation, it will do nothing but alienate my only possible elation. That moments are moments to be felt through our bodies not through our insane human minds that only box our lives from 1 to 99, from past and future our lives are defined. All that really matters is this moment and in this moment everything is fine.

fear in moments

never thought I could or would

sometimes you've just got to walk away
walk away.

fear in moments

beauty

your smile makes the sun shine
even when its night time

A year

In a year.
Sydney, Melbourne, Adelaide, Brisbane, LA, Dallas, Houston, San Marcos, El Paso, Denton, Waco, Arlington, Austin, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Portland, Las Vegas, San Francisco, Stockton, Toronto, Winnipeg, Vancouver, Hawaii, Cardiff, London, Frankfurt, Cologne, Hamburg, Hannover, Munich, Stuttgart, Zurich, Liectenstein, Dunkirk, Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Den Haag, Copenhagen, Aalborg, Malmo, Gothenburg, Stockholm, Oslo, Bangkok, Fiji.

Second Hand

With every experience
a lesson is taught
seldom, is it learned
we are a continuation of habitual actions
creating a dull existence.
We all accept hand me downs.
We are second hand.

Fear in moments.

Sold

going, going, gone.
officially a nomad.

2am

You're sinking through the cracks
I don't know when you'll be back.
I won't wait up until you wake up.

Fear in Moments

Prison Break

We are prisoners to our thoughts.

Fear in moments.

Cut tongues

You never said you'd be there till the end.
But, part of me hoped, we'd always be friends.
Our silence is, a violence that is,
tearing us apart & killing our hearts.

Fear in Moments.