Undreamt @khewphew - Tumblr Blog

hallamjessica-deactivated202101

No pīšļiem nācis, par pīšļiem palikšu. Nav miera, nav miera, nav miera...

Lūdzu, salabojiet manas smadzenes, Ielauziet manu galvas kausu, Es apsolu, ka pacietīšu sāpes, Bet tikai, lūdzu, salabojiet manas smadzenes.

Nestāsti man neko. Pūtīsim gaisā dūmus, Nobirdināsim pelnus, Skatīsimies pa logu. Ne jau pirmo reizi Cilvēkiem tā ir jāsēd, Kad tu uz kraujas turies Tikai ar to, kas nav pateikts. Parāds uz kraujas tura, Samaksāsi-un gāzies. Vienkārši tas jau būt nemēdz, Tad jau tā nebūtu vispār, Nebūtu šī te marta Un divu papirosu, Un rieta oranžās uguns, Apelsīnkrāsas uguns. Kaut ko mēs abi gribam Tādu kā šī te krāsa. Un tāpēc grūti ir klusēt, Un tāpēc bailes ir runāt.

O.V.

These nights I spend like a creature howling at the moon as my insanity strips me of the best of me. Instinctively chewing the skin and the flesh off the bones that are supposed to be mine but just end up feeling like death’s daggers in the back of my mind. I'm passively tossing them into a pile that has grown so much over time that climbing it could be considered an unrealistic dream or a childish fantasy. (Like the ones children have of climbing the roofs and towers of the tallest buildings and sweeping through the clouds above all the restlessness and loneliness that rules the kingdom of man.)

Precisely painted lines represent the domesticated features of the creatures own unrecognisable face. The ferociousness, the truest form has been masked, put away as an inconvenience. Midnight rain washes the paint leaving a reflection of transparency, insecurity and vulnerability.

What’s left is the part hidden. What’s left is the part true to soul, mind and spirit. What’s left is the feeling of being content.

I remember it so well watching you shifting your weight, turning the page, I can see it all there Inside a living room where only I live and never go in A role in name alone

And I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places Do those moments replay for you? When I’m suddenly there and then won’t go away When you’re sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon Do you put your book down look and try to find me there?