Sunday

I need a mentor.

I'm drunk - not really but almost

and I need a girl and peace in my soul

but not really - girls and peace - you can only fall from paradise.

nothing above, everything below.

and we are everything - or nothing?

god damn paradise - god bless damnation.

And then I read it back and say whattafuck?

Time - it is meant to be wasted. Isn't it?

Waste - Can you time it?

Wandering souls looking for salvation - everybody is me but they don't know.

Who knows? Who knows all the right answers?

Leave me alone, you satan witch in your golden hood and white shiny pearls - leave me alone or set me free - it's up to you.

And me - here I am - waiting. Always waiting.

For a star to fall down the sky and crash in the backyard of my dreams and wake me up and tell me what a stupid I am and grab my hand and start running and keep running till I can't think about anything else.


Thoughts.

They kill us right after they've created us.



So, weren't you asking how was my sunday?


My sunday was ok. As usual.