Month: August 2013

Distortion & Static

She got me a dream catcher but it ain’t caught a damn thing.
Up all night day dreaming new dreams
Or contemplating ones I just had
Mind in a nonstop marathon and I can’t seem to figure it out
Or maybe I have and it’s left me in an unsettled state.
Knowing my dreams will never become reality.
DreamS, plural? Or Dream as in THE DREAM? (No terius)
Dream dream dream
Fantastical thoughts that plant ideas in your mind.
There’s a thin line between optimism, realism & pessimism.
I tread lightly where they all intersect.
It happened once it can happen again. Or it happened once and you blew it. Or HOLY FUCK MY MIND IS GONNA EXPLODE.
So either I know it all and the truth destroys my being
Or I don’t know anything and that distorts all reality.
Maybe the dream catcher is waiting for the right dream to capture and bring to life.

Same question.

They asked. So I answered:
My guess is that we’ll be saying goodbye long before we (re)ignite another flame. But I’ve been wrong about HER before. So who the fuck even knows and what’s the point? It’s torture either way. And the good (based) lawd knows I Love it. Torture. Pain. Love. It’s all the same thing. Even when it’s good. Especially when it’s bad. And with HER the pain is the best.

[7/13/13]

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