Recommended song to dress your background with, while you read << it’s paradoxal here *headphones recommended*
How often did I wish they would SHUT UP. Silence is a treat, a luxury. A sweet’n’sour symphony inflicted by me, and me only. Are you posh enough to enjoy it? Are there any bills left to pay, or can you swim in silences? How often I wish they wouldn’t get offended by them.
WHY CAN’T THEY PRACTICE SILENCES…
The burden of hearing, listening to their own voices. The stage available for all past shadows to swirl and destroy the constructed inner peace. All lying to their own blood, faking the joy – family to family.
Je m’habille de ces déchirures, de leurs brûlures. Un drap de soie rugueux comme pseudo contrôle. L’élégance n’a pas de mots. Le silence en façade, belle image projetée à la gueule du monde.
– LA PRÉTENTION QUI AVEUGLE, LE FAUX QUI DÉCOMPOSE.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Step on mine, I’ll step on yours. The game is on, don’t overstep the rules. Breaking your words like a mirror speaking too loud before bedtime. You listen, I preach. Not to you, to me. Monologuing is my only expertise. The one I think I control, the one I believe in.
MONOCHROMATIC––MONOTONOUS AGONY…
When no one is there to argue with. ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
= FOREVER REMAINING ON THE SAME STEP, THE STAIRCASE NEVER IN FOCUS.
= A LIGHT BLUE, VIOLET INTELLECT.
= THE DEAD KIND. The not very switched on dialect. One after the other, acting like sheep is but euphemism since thinking doesn’t even exist. A world empty of self-reflection, so full of arrogance. Imagine the weight of ignorance. Up and down, balancing takes both to thrive. You’re below, no one above. The final destination is the horizon – to oblivion. Unless the limit is you, as your self embodies the universe. That goes without saying, what was I thinking.
Capitalise on everyone’s tears, dark as ink. Dress in them like bleach at the bottom of the toilet. Endlessly aim for reasons, explanations: the non-stop choir banging the notes of no effort ever. To fill, filling, keeping on filling because wandering in the pretended happy house doesn’t satisfy – not when no one is around.
ANY AVAILABILITY? To be blamed for all silences, communicational mistakes/mistaken oral instances+
We're better off shedding alcoholic tears in the noisy and dark Saturday places. Weekly. Calling strangers' names misspelt eras ago… They must be the cause. Not myself. No responsibilities will we carry on those frail shoulders of us, ourselves and we.
BECAUSE I MATTER, IF NOT MORE THAN THE CURE TO CANCER.
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Silences are fine (just about) most–of–the–time.
Too many thoughts simultaneously coming in, and so it begins. The ultimate fight. Silences. Blessed introspection making of this universally shared place a better everyday. For those who care. Silences. How could they not taste their barb wired embrace. At first, it’s pain. At last, you gain. Silences. Be part of the movement, from dusk to dawn, get to know the difficult lesson. Silences. Free of charges. What a bargain.
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