Sunday, October 03, 2004
spinning to radiohead-the bends
words are expressions. expressions are feelings. feelings can be submissive, yet touches you at unreached places. without understanding its nuances, it becomes hopeless. the heart. so forlorn, so dignified. so fragile. so delicate. so weak. the shrewd-pointed-piercing arrow awaits. just like desolation. however when it leaves, hope appears. Hope; the white shining penetrating light whatchamacallit. you yearn to be inquisitive. so extremely speculative. something's dying inside of you. so dramatic. so nauseating. its hidden somewhere. the last place you will ever seek. so treasured. so enshrouded. so concealed.
when it reaches you. you fumble. you grope. you tumble. you spill. you surrender. you fall. the world's a blurred obscured vision again. everything loses control. you lose yourself. your mind's a playback machine. an epitome of your obsession. then you die. you die. DIE.
you search for the word. the word you longed. the word you'll never understand. the word you hate. the word you dismayed. the nightmare. the sweet mellifluos nightmare.
and i. i am simply beyond words.
bleah.
*legend: you=i, i=you
your my kamikaze.