The city that never sleeps * What a cliché and a lie Lie down, my darling, and close an eye By the pound we buy The forbidden access to high I’m your best nap buddy,Continue reading
Tag: feelings
Dream a little dream
The artist He loved this city for the lack of commitment it demanded. A weird, bustling little place where anything and everything and nothing could happen at the same time. The drinks were cheap, theContinue reading
Worship tracks
So he enters the bar with that obvious thirst for whiskey all over his face. Drinks it like it’s homemade iced tea then picks a random fight. Nasty dialogue, cinematic broken chairs, manly punches yet toContinue reading
Misunderstood freedom
It’s not what keeps you tied but what sets you free the most unsettling. All that looking back to the growing distance, choking on the first breath of fresh air, making “wherever” your only destination…Continue reading
You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing
I just want to go out and stay up late Camp in Black Rock, alive and awake. Get as witty as art, yet vain like a doll Feels free to own nothing, nothing atContinue reading
Sofa trip
Strange high, strange loves, Every word I mean, he knows. … (00:07) We were high and dreams were vivid Smoking, drinking without rest Still, I only got addicted To his hands holding my waist.Continue reading
My kind (part two)
“Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people.”* … Since ever, you’re expecting them patiently, but for too long you won’t know who they are or what they do in their spareContinue reading
My fear (part one)
I will let Bowie do the honors: Your country’s new, your friends are new Your house and even your eyes are new Your maid is new and your accent, too But your fear is asContinue reading
You can sit at my table
The finest, meanest, most charming of his kind. He’s in charge around here… and everybody knows it. He means what he says and he never has to say it twice; not with that voice. The toughContinue reading
Bitter has never been sweeter
And I sat at the cheaters’ table. There were aces on chairs with bluffs in their hands And silk wrapped around their necks …in a tie. Oh, those golden smiles, getting shinier with every thousandContinue reading