31.10.2004 | 23:05
i told you i’m just a thief. worst of it, i don’t know how not to be one.
Eloges en loges – cr?ation styx th?atre
28.10.2004 | 18:43
you arrange and rearrange your aim to shoot at close range, you said i needed the ground i needed to settle down, before the void we waited in vain hoping for the last time that if we didn’t move if we didn’t look we’d stop falling. i watch the fractures now, i trace reminders in the snow knowing everything will be gone by tomorrow but i can’t, i can’t make a path back to the point where you shot me first. you told my brother i never was the same again, accidental coincidence you called it like you didn’t want to explain why you put your finger on the trigger, but it doesn’t matter i can take the blame, before the void i won’t try to make you understand what deed was sealed with the kiss and the bullet that reached deep into the target, i’ll just stand up, so shoot and make up, you said i needed the ground i needed to settle down, i wasn’t fierce enough to take revenge but i wanted to change…
22.10.2004 | 1:25
i have this feeling sometimes that i’m dying. slowly. second after second. picture after picture.
only to be born again. quickly. second after second. picture after picture.
i’ve held my breath i admit it. i always do. i always did.
now we’re caught in some kind of insomnia, always awake, unable to find some rest. we used to know much more than what we thought we did and much less than we hoped we did. how odd. i can’t remember anything.
it crawls up on me sometimes the same way i’m dreaming. and then i wake up. and then i notice that nothing has changed. did everything change ? i couldn’t watch it.
i’ve helped the count of days take my word for it. i’ve stretched it. until it broke.
now we’re caught in some kind of net, a spider web which we adore. we used to be much more free than we thought we were and much less than we hoped we’d be. how odd. i can remember you.
20.10.2004 | 2:56
– you look like you’ve seen a ghost…
– well, maybe you are the ghost…
