demons running wild in my head
where the “real me” begins and ends
i don’t always know
it is not so simple.
I’m working very hard to outwit these fuckers
Sometimes i have convinced myself that it’s working
and then i wake up again and it’s like i’m a visitor in someone else’s dream
who knows where this may lead
nobody knows
momentary salvation occurs
when i unite with all the suffering and beauty that can be perceived or comprehended
does the sound of your own thoughts make any sense ?
well, i guess you are more of a visual person
so much great art that might never be created because people are so afraid of becoming homeless and abandoned
it’s time
to exercise
my demons
the world turns
and the sun burns
and nothing else matters