#outcas

[bookish-nerd9]

See we’ve all got somethin that we’ve trapped inside

That we try to suffocate you know hoping it dies

Try to hold it under water,

But it always survives

Then it comes up out of nowhere like an evil surprise

Then it hovers over you to tell you millions of lies

You don’t relate to that must not be as crazy i am

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Well then i guess we’re all crazy

[n1k1a]

[achtstundenschlaefer-blog]

[German] Let´s Play Outcast: Second Contact [#3] - Rennt doch nicht weg!

[malisses]

A Darkness Surrounds Him

[hymen-of-sanity]

Ordinary happiness

You look at your clock and it’s  8 p.m.. It’s the kind of time when lovers meat after daytime heat waves,when parents look at their child after coming from work and wonder could have their life been different, and the time when you decide it would be good to take a walk and have a little monologue/dialogue. Maybe a poem could be created as a product of that walk, or you could meet the one unknown which is bugging you your whole life . But none of that happens. You find a bench,  sit on it and just observe people. Then you realize they are so ordinary,so busy with being simple,having choirs,changing their offsprings . In that moment you know you are different, you are not part of that society and it makes you happy.