We are just a moment in time. A blink of an eye. A dream for the blind. Visions from a dying brain. I hope you don't understand.
piątek, 18 marca 2022
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"Myślenie magiczne to najbardziej archetypiczna właściwość człowieka tworzącego kulturę".
Krzysztof Madej
wtorek, 1 marca 2022
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wtorek, 22 lutego 2022
Called By The Fire
The sky is clouded and grey
like a mirror
Dreams of celestial bliss
buried deep
An invisible web of whispers
spread out over dead-end streets
silently blessing the virtue of sleep
I'm still
Called by the fire
My spirit
Called by the fire
Yes, i'm still
Called by the fire
Called by the fire
Eternally
The flickering light
The heat of the flame
creates and devours
In my soul there is night
Every day I grow more immune
to social sedatives
Every day the web is more
transparent
United in fear and the comfort of reason
illusions that we are all peers
Walking the stairs I am ever more awake
The black cloud is beneath me
and I laugh
poniedziałek, 14 lutego 2022
A Cancer Called Love
Don't go yet...
Don't go yet...
I used to make long speeches to you after you left
I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone
I walked around for months talking to you
And now I don't know what to say
It was easier when I just imagined you
I even imagined you talking back to me
We'd have long conversations, the two of us
It was almost like you were there
I could hear you, I could see you, smell you
I could hear your voice
Sometimes your voice would wake me up
And would wake me up in the middle of the night
Just like you were in the room with me
Then it slowly faded
I couldn't picture you anymore
I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to
But there was nothing there
I couldn't hear you
And then I just gave it up
Everything stopped
You just... disappeared
You just... disappeared
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