hijack my thoughts
filling in the blanks,
Music: Madonna - American Life
whats more reason, in yourself to know deep down
what is want you want in your life, suspend all senses at least, and drop into abyss of questionnaire. Atleast then perhaps even you could understand me, and really i prefer not to tell anyone about my thoughts.. because i know people wont understand at all. It's hard enough when i talk about nothing more than little things and it becomes confusement to those of little construction of imagination and creation.
continuous lineup's and waiting for the same express to pick up on the trampled concrete before the moving sardine bucket begins to fill up to conserve only those of business and silence, where nothing but the slight of bordumm fills the walls and windows and nothing much else.. feels real anymore, but more like a lifestyle. If i wasn't so proud, i would of vomited the first chance i glimpsed upon such degradation of life.
upon lifestyle comes sheer nothing, of the same day to day non changing life. Why am i here. i ask myself. no-one would understand i believe, every step i take and everytime i answer, i just feel such pity and confusement sometimes.
With the world of color, motion, life, fabric, canvas, oils, hair, etc.
the world i follow belongs in color of world and light, and already i feel such pain where i am.
stick it out i say, follow my dreams i say.. its all seems an illusion.
and there's too much confusion. i really want to stand on the surface, look into the mirror.. and follow the catwalk i create in my dreams and make that my reality, and take my extremes to different heights. Because i know, they are going to make Mankind Flourish in all different shades of Glamor and Filth,.
because atleast i know.. This is Me.
whats more reason, in yourself to know deep down
what is want you want in your life, suspend all senses at least, and drop into abyss of questionnaire. Atleast then perhaps even you could understand me, and really i prefer not to tell anyone about my thoughts.. because i know people wont understand at all. It's hard enough when i talk about nothing more than little things and it becomes confusement to those of little construction of imagination and creation.
continuous lineup's and waiting for the same express to pick up on the trampled concrete before the moving sardine bucket begins to fill up to conserve only those of business and silence, where nothing but the slight of bordumm fills the walls and windows and nothing much else.. feels real anymore, but more like a lifestyle. If i wasn't so proud, i would of vomited the first chance i glimpsed upon such degradation of life.
upon lifestyle comes sheer nothing, of the same day to day non changing life. Why am i here. i ask myself. no-one would understand i believe, every step i take and everytime i answer, i just feel such pity and confusement sometimes.
With the world of color, motion, life, fabric, canvas, oils, hair, etc.
the world i follow belongs in color of world and light, and already i feel such pain where i am.
stick it out i say, follow my dreams i say.. its all seems an illusion.
and there's too much confusion. i really want to stand on the surface, look into the mirror.. and follow the catwalk i create in my dreams and make that my reality, and take my extremes to different heights. Because i know, they are going to make Mankind Flourish in all different shades of Glamor and Filth,.
because atleast i know.. This is Me.
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