Be tall at rough times. Hold your distance from the unbelievers. They are accidental. Fellow travelers. Ask for everything. Do not stand. You look like them but you're not. You don't sow evil. Even if you never, ever reap. Songs Ohia - Lioness
Uncaring. You consume the oxygen. Motion. Without direction. Abandonment. Punishment. The shoulds annihilate life. They dominate the souls that awaken dreams. The Walkabouts - A Life Full of Holes
Resistance. You listen. To voices. You don't let the words pass through you. You are a watchman. In sanctuaries that only you kneel. Woven Hand - Truth
Air. Misery that reserts smiles. Leaves lives without houses. Jason Molina ♥ Let Me Go, Let Me Go, Let Me Go
Enlightened by dark. Generously sharing shadows. Mass. Settlers. In their world. They look alive. Clair Obscur - Decades
In a roller coaster. In an amusement park. Fastened. In Life. In a carved route. Restricted movements. The wind brings the the illusion of freedom. Steep turns. Watered by adrenaline. You lose the horizon looking for the sky. It's not enough. You may not climb. You may let the others. Just live. Once. On a beach. Here it is. The litlle cloud. UNKLE - Clouds
The walk in the world is lonely. Adventure. Without the charm of discovery. A survival raises. You don't have its taste. Indifferent. In life. Breath without love. Crowd that fill its hours with its days. Colorful cans. In the garbage dump. When you don't see me - The Sisters of Mercy
With your eyes open it's hard not to see. Without the fireworks of your mind you live like a child. The images hug you. They dress you with color and aroma. And the others, the black and white. They snap joy from the inside of you. They make you an attorney. An accuser of your own shade. Innocent - guilty. Lost. You grew up in the big prisons. Ian Astbury - High Time Amplifier
Grains of sand. Seeded. The picture of the beauty of the world. Still. Pending. Our life is air. Driving us. The sea defines the boundary. You accept joy. You became a part of it. In the quiet of the summer you find a shadow to leave all the things that you carry. :Like a live baggage you breathe through the pages of the book of your life. You did't want to have a holiday house to share your winter stories with your seasonal neighbors. Sometimes you feel the need: to hit your back virtually just for letting bravo sign to sit comfortably on you. Your destination seems to be a decision. It is encouraging to have a destination. Psychologists, for sure, have an explanation to this behavior. Grains of sand. Seeded. The picture of the beauty of the world. Still. Pending. Our life is air. Driving us. The sea defines the boundary. You accept joy. You became a part of it. In the quiet of the summer you find a shadow to leave all the things that you carry. :Like a live baggage you breathe through the pages of the book of your life. You did't want to have a holiday house to share your winter stories with your seasonal neighbors. Sometimes you feel the need: to hit your back virtually just for letting bravo sign to sit comfortably on you. Your destination seems to be a decision. It is encouraging to have a destination. Psychologists, for sure, have an explanation to this behavior. They are looking for happiness forgetting the joy of existing. Be able to be there. Where your people write the book of life. Placing posts on the horizon. Hanging on the effort. Claiming victory. Diving in the circus of life. Without a safety net. The expectation is your oxygen which swells inside you. Changes the rate of your step. Erases all the bad things. Brightens your unknown tomorrow. Sweet intoxication. Love for life. Unshakable faith. A presence that as a missing it quickly becomes an absence. At the edge of the horizon where the blue sea with the blue of the sky come together. This is where my eyes swim. Looking for a life away. In a distance from the ugliness of people. Sacred August. You spread your dreams by the sea. Not bored to pamper them the whole day through. My own dreams are shining through the darkness of the days gone by. Many of these days are dodging me, though. A struggle to meet my destiny. A victory that will redeem me from the darkness. Time passes by between the breath and the great inspiration. This one. You will experience in a high level. When the clean horizon indemnify all your costs. Like a swallow I fly in warm climates. A necessary waste of the indolence.. A pagan woman. Seducing people with an accomplice planet. The sun. It perfectly bathes in light which paralyzes your defenses. Lucky mortal born in a country full of
Keep your trace clean, make it a border to the enemy and a lighthouse to the friend. Virgin Souls - Dennis
