:: Lust ::
What is becoming of all of this...sighs.

I do not want to be fixed in this. Maybe this is how it feels to be dead. I wish I had more choices. More guts. More ways. But you know I do not.

I wonder how it came to this. You, me, coffee. None of that seems to exist now. Different worlds which neither meet nor clash. Just floating in paralell ways in perfect sync, but never really connecting. Never did touch.

Where's the love song to set us free
too many people down, everything turning the wrong way round

I am totally alone. In my own pair of shoes that doesn't seem to take me anywhere. I laughed when it hurts, cos you know why? Cos I'm not able to do anything else.

Stuck. Lips sealed tight.

Feel the sunshine on your face
It's in a computer now
gone are the future, way out in space

We are truly running out of time.

and you've been so busy lately
that you haven't found the time
to open up your mind
and watch the world spinning gently out of time
Tell me I'm not dreaming
but are we out of time