18.2.05

I drift
From moment to moment
Living out of
A carton
Of colourful dreams
That belongs
To someone else

17.2.05

The moment you call yourself a liar, you contradict yourself.

10.2.05

Sometimes, I want music to fill me up, echo within me, push me onto shore and pull me into water simultaneously, like waves of the sea.

Sometimes, I want music to fall on me like rain, drench me, soothe me of my wounds, calm me.

Sometimes, I want music to make me move, tap my feet, have me smile, stay about me, around me.

Sometimes, I want music to know me, to love me, to hold me and reassure me.

Most times, I just want music to be.

3.2.05

and suddenly,
i have nothing to say.

thoughts come and go
but nothing i remember.

words come and go
but nothing i speak.

times come and go
but nothing i retain.

where is that world
that left me behind?