Writings 2007-2025
Writings 2007-2025
‘He looks like a wounded, pale lion. What the hell do you say to a wounded, pale lion who lost his mate? Nothing. You just sit there and listen. People have always told me the stories of their lives because I know how to sit there and…
not really sure why i am even sending this somehow i thought this year would be different i had more stability, my own placepractising music, meditation, gym met this girl i really really liked and things were going greatwas writing poetry and songs about my feelings for…
“Though the days come and go, there is one thing I know. That I’ve still got the blues for you.” This guy was so good on the guitar that he eventually drank himself to death. Those bends… and the vibrato on the top. And that tone. The…
I’m drinking beer and reading this book which was recommended to me by my psychiatrist. He said my situation reminds him of the book’s protagonist. (The Fall by Albert Camus) “Jean-Baptieste Clamence, a successful Parisian lawyer, has come to recognize the deep-seated hypocrisy of his existence.…
Been living in some fantasy world lately. Lost my sense of self in someone else. Let myself drown in her. Became someone I am not. Now I am finally coming back to cold harsh reality. Dark comedy. Classical music. Novels. Investigative journalism. Life without time. Coffee…
I have made three playlists on spotify. They cover a wide range of different “styles” of music and for one reason or another these songs have moved me deeply. For me there has always been only one genre of music. People always ask me what kind…
Last week I panicked because of my dark mood (that has been going on for weeks now) and I called my psychiatrist. He asked me if I am losing my mind? I said I don’t think so but I told him my whole moralistic framework has…
all those songs and poems i wrote for you and about you they were for someone else they were about someone else maybe i thought you were her but honestly i forced you into them i turned you into a fantasy or some sick shit like…
“sorry for the awful emails, you didnt deserve that. You ignited something so deep in me that it brought all this ugly stuff too and for some reason i was deeply hurt you closed so much. But we are both human and doing our best. And…
Positive thinking is the hardest skill in life or even good thinking or optimistic thinking.
toinen vaihtoehto (kokeilu) sä oot kuka sä oot (nyky + mennyt + tuleva) mä oon kuka mä oon (nyky + mennyt + tuleva) virheineen, toiveineen, ym avataan ovet kokonaan (pikku hiljaa) sydän, sielu, keho, mieli rakkenetaan jotain mahtavaa, jotain pysyvää, jotain millei oo rajaa ennen kaikkea…
lightworkers wounded healers it’s time to come forth rise the fuck up welcome to your resurrection
when the world ends i’m gonna grow up and watch woody allen movies listen to tool walk around mongolia do all the things i always wanted to do climb a mountain to conduct a symphony for the skies when the world ends i will be waiting…
I saw her for the first time at my parents place. She was 10 or 12 or something. I was like 25, recording one of my albums. I just saw this lonely, sad, abandoned girl. Later she told me she wanted to come see what I…
Oddly enough, my life doesn’t really change because I rarely go anywhere anyways and have been living as a recluse mostly for the last year. Just practising my music skills, writing and reading. Sometimes posting things online and sometimes deleting them when I feel like nobody…
Many years ago I suddenly found myself aware that I exist. I cannot remember the exact moment. I was already moving and performing other functions. There was music in the air and I gravitated towards it and wanted to go inside the sound. The melodies felt…
hi, i just watched this movie The Beach Bum and oh my god I loved it so much. now i am sitting in my kitchen. got some old rock’n roll music playing in the living room. i just finished my morning coffee and i think i…
could we resolve this why did i have to turn you against me you said you felt unsafe but you wanted to know the real me so i let you in on my secret worlds where vodka sorrows dance to sunset chandeliers yet you got scared…
wrote this for my lover who is now a ghost who felt like home but was just a motel poem with a broken radiator i forgot to turn on and now i’m back alone, woke up real cold remember the days of payphones? you could call…
one man can save millions with a song but millions cant save one man when everything goes wrong something deep inside me cries tonight my whole life feels like some kind of lonewolf lullaby can you hear me cry give me a lifeline can you hear…