جایی که جاده تمام می شود

وقتی تمام انرژی جمع شده ام تمام می شود
تمام تظاهر ها
و خستگی ای احساس می کنم که نمی دانم از کجاست
یک غذا که معلوم نیست ناهار است یا شام
یک CDکه گوش دادنش هرگز تکراری نمی شود
یک هوای گرفته ی بدون باران
یک نشستن بر بام اتوبان و کشیدن اولین سیگار
یک لحظه سکوت
کافیست
تا برای هفته ی بعد دوباره آماده شوم

I'm overloading

Fitting myself in spaces between never worked.
Somehow I got through and it only made you realize, there's the possibility! The fucking possibility!! Do you even see me
and what I did, what I'm doing?



Voices
start to ring in your head
Tell me what do they say.
Distant echoes
from another time
Start to creep in your brain.

Shimmer on

Give me a new taste
Teach me a lesson maybe I deserve to know
Cut me down to pieces
Give me somewhere else to go
Leave it in your heart
Tell me something I don't really need to know
It's delicate

Whatever you do ...

Don't judge me,
not by the way I speak, the clothes I wear, the music I listen, the future I picture.

Just. Don't. Judge. ME.

It's like over and over ...

As quiet as it is tonight
You'll almost think you were safe

What am I doing right now?

I'm listening to loud music loud. Playing text twirl. Crying. Trying my best to block it all out.

I'm afraid it's gonna be me for a few years now.

My motto, my muse

I came to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.
To put to rout all that was not life
And not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

- Henry David Thoreau

The joys of our lives.

بعضی چیزا یه نفرش جواب نمی ده
دو نفرش حال نمی ده

وقتی زیاد می شیم ولی
هیچی مثل اون کیف نمی ده

http://adonomics.com/about/7613482658