Right up front: I may not be the best person to tell you this. I’m a professional Daydreamer In Denial (still working on the name and the copyrights). I self-sabotage, I rationalize what I am sure will turn out to be a hot smelly pile of bullshit, I hit my head against the desk after all is said and done, moaning “why didn’t I trust myself?”.
By berry bee4 years ago in Longevity
If I had to describe my city in three words, they would be: grim, ghost and film. I had to take a picutre despite the car moving
By berry bee4 years ago in Wander
Heart So Full Head so full; Like the air soaked With the flower scents In the late afternoon Of soft and long summers.
By berry bee4 years ago in Poets
Hustle culture Chop, chop, chop Goes the chant in your head; Quick, quick, quick Losing pace in this race Bam, bam, bam
Hard Dreams The funny thing with dreams Is for all the glitter they promise It’s one to ten with tears. Passionate, working hours long
Noise They say: “it’s okay” They say: “piece of cake” They say: “You’re all set To go do your best”. The knot in my chest
In This House Hate on the streets Hate in town. Nowhere to hide – Even at home. In this house We count our deeds.
Morpheus’ Land When is the dream Too surreal, too “out there”? When is it chasing delusions Not prayers just so rare?
Something that you love The most beautiful things Hurt the most to fight Trying to tame them Makes you die inside.
Yesterday Yesterday I was sixteen I had one, not mine, dream. Had it all figured out – Didn’t know I was delusional.
Monochrome When do we start to question the morals? This is good This is bad; What’s difficult in that? Don’t do drugs
What Are You Living For Life is pricey, that’s no lie Four walls, roof, food and clothes Yeah, it all does cost; And that’s skipping on the fun.