Never looking back

How much I wanted to be like that.. Remembering of the past, focusing in the future, stuck between two different wave leghths that aren't quite mine at this point, trying always to make them as much part of my life as i possibly can. Ahead comes the unkown, behind comes the obvius truth, here is the noisy time machine from a sci-fi programme, that dosen't allow myself to be in another timeline than this one here, where i feel somehow unconfortable.

This symetry in my mind is a cold prove that all mt toughts are not making as much sense witten as they were in my confused and sleepy mind. Wondering of all of this stones are a part of my stupid little thoughts! The new and the newest are allways a part of me, than this awfall silence that i feel rising inside of mt skin, trying to reach out into my atmosphere.

I've always declared myself to be an enemy of this kind of silence. Just one more day combating it in every single chance that i get, i won't go down so easilly!

Saliva

Your saliva, what private matter to be passing around, so full of germs, bacterias and viruses.. but still i long to be touched by your stupid saliva.. How much i miss to be tuched by your filthy, dirty and unholly saliva! I should fear it, for all it could cause me. Being a part of what caused and causes me to think unracionally, and i keep on dreaming of it, longing.. desiring it..

So mad that i find myself thinking like a small child with its first crush. How can i tell you that my head fancies you, but my heart is still offering so much resistence? Should i simply give up? I ought to be more persistent in this heart affairs! But how can i be more than nothing? How can i fall in you with this lack of saliva that i encounter right here? Still expecting for the future, always hoping to never look back.

Have i told you latetly

So many days that have passed by and you feel like it's yesterday. 'til this awfull day comes and you realised that you've been stuck in time for a while now, and this ungratefull feeling fills you up and you just need to break free of this miserable cycle.

Wondering how, dreaming of what it could be, wishing for the present never to pass you by. I'm missing the future to be. Stupid river of expectations that leads to that desert of sand and sorrow.. Where are those maps that pin point those amazing oasis that colour you up and give birth to fantastic forms of life in your mind?

Death is always present everywhere, in every person one day or another. I'm just sorry about all those magnetic things that still trap me into the metal of the fabric of your dreams

Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton - Our Hell