(every word is my world)
Dec. 11th, 2010 07:13 pm'The truth' is a metaphor; sometimes it is a symbol.
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The day is always (never)ending at the heart of the world.
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The mouth will twist in pain, and the brow will wrinkle. You will think you're dying every time you're living. The pain will change you; you will remain the same.
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You will scream; you will laugh. You breathe without knowing. You will believe. You won't believe me (I'll believe in you). You won't be there. You're never there. I'll try to hate you for that.
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Sometimes, there are no questions or answers; only the sun in the sky, and the memory of white. My world is a desert full of secret water. You are the sun (your ghost the moon). I won't cry: I never cry tears in the desert.
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I wait for the sun to love me. He will wear a dress of white and his mouth would burn.
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I wait for the moon to save me. She wears a dress of night and her fingers always find me.
Today began with me asleep, and continued with me half-awake. The world keeps spinning, but I am sitting still.
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I never say the things I want to say.
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Every word is trapped inside my mouth, burning me alive but slowly. You think I'm lying, but words always do. Even so, they are mine. They are as water, burning and flowing and cooling. The word is 'no'; the truth is 'yes'.
I own this (nothing). Nothing owns me.
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I am waiting for this (everything).
Perhaps you can meditate on endings: you can say, I loved you in my time, and they can reply, and now we are out of time. You can say: now you have nothing, and I will listen.
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You can never have time. You cannot touch it-- cannot feel it-- cannot move it. Time disappears when you look at it. Time conceals if you look through it.
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You were mine, once upon a time.
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Time becomes the dust of all things in it. Time is a word.
Ask me a question, and I will become the answer. Let me say yes.
( . . . )
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Some people really hurt my feelings. I understand, but some things will hurt anyway, and nothing helps. Every tiny little wound never really heals. Sometimes I think that at the end, this is how it should be.
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The day is always (never)ending at the heart of the world.
*
The mouth will twist in pain, and the brow will wrinkle. You will think you're dying every time you're living. The pain will change you; you will remain the same.
*
You will scream; you will laugh. You breathe without knowing. You will believe. You won't believe me (I'll believe in you). You won't be there. You're never there. I'll try to hate you for that.
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Sometimes, there are no questions or answers; only the sun in the sky, and the memory of white. My world is a desert full of secret water. You are the sun (your ghost the moon). I won't cry: I never cry tears in the desert.
*
I wait for the sun to love me. He will wear a dress of white and his mouth would burn.
*
I wait for the moon to save me. She wears a dress of night and her fingers always find me.
Today began with me asleep, and continued with me half-awake. The world keeps spinning, but I am sitting still.
*
I never say the things I want to say.
*
Every word is trapped inside my mouth, burning me alive but slowly. You think I'm lying, but words always do. Even so, they are mine. They are as water, burning and flowing and cooling. The word is 'no'; the truth is 'yes'.
I own this (nothing). Nothing owns me.
*
I am waiting for this (everything).
Perhaps you can meditate on endings: you can say, I loved you in my time, and they can reply, and now we are out of time. You can say: now you have nothing, and I will listen.
*
You can never have time. You cannot touch it-- cannot feel it-- cannot move it. Time disappears when you look at it. Time conceals if you look through it.
*
You were mine, once upon a time.
*
Time becomes the dust of all things in it. Time is a word.
Ask me a question, and I will become the answer. Let me say yes.
( . . . )
~~
Some people really hurt my feelings. I understand, but some things will hurt anyway, and nothing helps. Every tiny little wound never really heals. Sometimes I think that at the end, this is how it should be.