whatever.

thoughts. art. poetry.

[parsonsache]

Sometimes I just think bout life

And write down some notes...

Life is a gate.

Life is a choice.

[parsonsache]

Don't feed me now

It's been so hard through the night

I drove on an open road with dried mind and younger eyes

Alone in the space of a mountain high

I'm getting old

Starting all with an abnoncious gate

Writing the story of my life with one hand behind

Leave me dry now, i heard the call on the morning bright, i'll be alone at midnight

Fast as gas we're on a ride

Frizzling air between my fingers,

I always read your mind and fucked up all the time

There's a lonely road waiting, straight blues since we born

Tumbleweeds everywhere, can you hear the birds in the evening breeze

Once said that, i was driving fast leaving the world behind.

"Can be the life like bread and wine?"

You were my sweetie lie and play me like a child.

Turn around and let the light shine in your eyes, it's mid july baby and you were right

[parsonsache]

Sugarplum on my neck

Sugarplum in my eyes

Oh to be a frog chilling on a lily pond

Experience happiness for the first time in the life

Enjoy the stargazing through shiny eyes

Reflection of innocence

Those sultry days, laying on the ceiling of my unfocused focused mind.

Flowers for the sick and whose gone in a blink of an eye, there's no one anymore.

Are we still flying?

Are we still in our sugarplum state of mind?

[parsonsache]

And I'm floating here.

Hear a melody from the distance

I can't breathe.

Paralized under water

Dazzled by the echoes of these sounds

Tryna keep going on and on, feeling my throath clogged

There's no ground, trapped in this blue ocean I open my eyes wide shut searching for help

Pressure drag me down, no light here, just me, myself and I.

I'm gonna run away.

Water fills my lungs "am I finally free?" I stop fighting against the future/unknown.

Suddenly I start running, flashing through my eyes, breathing wasn't life and feel finally free.

"The future is clear now? Am I in the clear now, yes?"

"Am I in the clear now... ?"

[parsonsache]

"Once I shat in a lawn at night, like a dog. I've felt free".

[parsonsache]

Blue.

Blue heads, shits fine.

Ride my fear baby I'm on fire.

Blue wise heads, not fine.

Blessed drops on my mind that always save my life.

Blocked in a limb, floatying around

Life's circle, they say I'm fine "You will be fine",

merry go round, but it's a lie.

You put me down, your apoligize's blue

You just watch me and lay down to the blues.

Pills and pillows clears the round.

"Just merry go round"

"Merry go round"

At least I'm going round.

Swinging, verging on.

Blue tears be mine. in an ocean-like sky.

"I'll be fine with my mind?"

I see black and I'm blocked

Flash back are showed

"Still thinking about past"

I knew It keep on tryin'

Just to see what next dawn bring me on

From The Vault: 17.09.2019.

[parsonsache]

Fall.

Heavy breath on my worlds,

Heavy vibrance on my mind.

Selfish thoughts and broken words,

Sea fish in my place plate, give a fuck, that was so ignoble.

You see me again throught a glass lens

Like I'm living in an hourglass.

Can't move me away

God damn

You are the teen and I'm the man.

Go ride your time like a stupid game and let me die

Like a flower in the sky paper plane in the fire

Call me back I hear your voice but you're It's lying

Take my heart and let it fly.

Can't break the chains circle and I can't come home.

A thousand smiles doesn't make It right.

Just let me fall.

Go ride your time like a stupid game and let me die

Like a flower in the sky paper plane in the fire

Call me back I hear your voice but you're It's lying

Take my heart again and let it fly.

You won't grow, but I do now.

From The Vault: 17.09.2019.

[parsonsache]

I postponed publication cause I got the covid vaccine and I was sick for few days: fever, headache, arm pain... but here I am. Next vaccine will come in less then a month.

Sorry.

Now enjoy my thoughts "from the vault".

[parsonsache]

Hi there, it's Liun here.

How's It going? I'm good, so to speak..

Summer is definetely not my season, although this year it's colder than ever (due to climate change).

Starting today I'm gonna post some old thoughts "from the vault" I wrote like 2 years go during summer and I've keep locked them till now.

Hope you enjoy the reading.

[parsonsache]

Conform.

I believe our destiny is already write, among the stars.

I must stay concious, I've to stay focus.

The land is endless, dust to dust, I starve in the sandstorm, they point me

"You're the next one".

I say to myself "have faith" and I start walk throught the storm, cover in dirt, with barbed wires twisted around my mind.

Dragging my burden "your promise gives me life".

Distress thrive beyond sorrow, it ain't nothing, when you think It's ended a chasm'll open at your feet.

Big ol' vultures start circling, they whisper: "you're out of time".

My flailed body fall at the ground, my carcass is now yours, I just see a void and then nothing.

I fight through the madness and chaos, It's now my time, but my bones, my soul, my memories will still rise.

[parsonsache]

•cradled by the warmth

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Ring of Fire.

Way down.

I'm here to stay, put your hand in mine.

Walk with me through this unframed fire

Look up, the stars are falling down

The earth is trembling and the air's on fire.

Lights slowy go off, I see your face in the last ray of light before we jump.

Rain crystalized as poured down the sky.

Lights are dimmer, take a last breath with me, feel my hand and trust me, It will be ok. One step ahead and before the flame, I turned to you, I saw myself for the first and last time as I disappeared in the middle of the ring of fire.

[parsonsache]

It seems like street lights know me, in the street.

They glow high through the pouring rain, my indecision is clear, got time to glow I feel understood on the street. Drizzling. Passing. Walking. Neon lights brought me here. Elusive voices, like a fog. Flashing moments that appeares in my mind, muttering in the time.

[parsonsache]

Thoughts about death and stuff like this.

Sneak some snacks from the kitchen.

Came back to bed just to eat them checking the phone pretending it's ok.

Night so long, summer is near though it's spring. What if death's the beginning, dying will wake me up? I'll rise? Maybe rise underneath. Time after time this killing me more.

Run into dark, smoke of cigarettes in the lungs, a calling in the morning, a message at 4 pm. What should I do, every poured drop knows it'll lands on the ground. Like a cancer, it's draining me to death, time doesn't have compassion. What's the plot.

"It worth to waiting the sun?"

[parsonsache]

Petrichor.

It's the smell of the life, primordial soup of dreamlike thoughts

Shy little frog on a cherry tree root, looking at world with his teary fishy eye, knowing he's just a grain of sand in a universe in continuous expansion.

"Is it worth croaking on?"

Land snails crawling down a manhole. Rain stopping and the clouds start open up let sunset showing a bit. Frog's habitat is perfect now, skin is sloppy, humidity's on point, nothing could be better.

So the frog walks a little and then let himself slides in the manhole and said: "maybe I never see this world again".

[parsonsache]

Exile

Electric dots are vibrating.

Instant ponds and shiny spots still chase me.

Golden hour on the texture of my skin, sinking in golden light while my soul is quite asleep. Strangely I feel nothing.

The open window let soft air blowing to me, refreshing the air satured of thoughts.

I have to wait, replys come soon, but I'll wait at this bus stop forever.

Take me out, take me on.

What a strange mating call, chirps of loneliness, I watching sun chasing the moon, but it's always the sunset. It's the proem as always, top of the limbs ripples on loomed meadows, bequeathed to sinned souls.

[parsonsache]

Sultry, steady, bitter:

Flower dots and melting pots,

Shame on me I cry.

Rescue, shady night

You always try to carry the smile

I walk through aisle, mellowy, heading as usually the grapefruit, bitter tears of mine.

Comfy zone in the valley of nonsense, chonky boy, near my hand petting the deadline of my rosebed.

Cotton candy grapes, loomy violet puffy couch, I'm easily nowhere.

Rest my body and telephone is vibrating, it's 4 am and my mind is landing.