Wednesday, 4 October 2017
Good touch, good night, good light.
I am trying to make a decision happy enough. Hello, you, welcome home. I am called this girl, I have not been deceived by myself this time, but the light is almost gone. It is black honey. We have tears, it is not a picture. Dead mountains, clean roads, all lovers in the shape of stars reducing their path through that of the least resistance. Night's girlfriend brings the radio- it carries a little song and tells stories that look like grace. We are thinking of loving and losing and forever and forevers. Balance killed us and left us, but Hope stayed. Good touch, good night, good light, kiss. Tonight, on the highway, you eat a fruitcake with a knife like a boy's face on the universe wall. I want to be like this, when someone said that a failure was accepted, even in a statement so far out of context. I will try not to think of my hands anymore. I miss them, but that story is over. At the beginning of the story someone says that. Christmas stockings, ice cold Cornish spindrift, everything hidden in hidden letters. There are many names in history, but none are going to be ours. There is no accident when the room is empty. Everyone needs everyone. Everyone goes where they must go. Those people think about the meaning of war. What can you learn from your enemies? Do you think this love will lead you where you are meant to go? If anything is meant at all. Love is a bad word, maybe. I am sorry but I don't know where our enemies are. Are you worried about getting up to the microphone? The story you know is just paradise. If you hear a phone call in your head, your eyes have only partly open. Your heart looks like car parts in your head. Seasonal falling is causing laws and explosions and Human failing is cause for the dead. As you understand, I take what I think, what you say, and when I still love it I will do it again. I do not really know what to do, but in this version it is a bit brighter, yet not bad for the black sky. We speak whispers in wooden houses, in low words like tents. I cannot cancel them out. Valentine's been destroyed. For forgiveness, I'd give it all away. We know that we have problems and we have to ask a lot of things. I am seeking further help.