“Solitude is bliss” is what I used to say,
but as there’s no-one around to be
sold a lie anymore,
I am now lying to myself in tears.
weekend thoughts
“Solitude is bliss” is what I used to say,
but as there’s no-one around to be
sold a lie anymore,
I am now lying to myself in tears.
We used to be philosophers,
now you’re into business
and I’m all desperate.
I’m so fucking tired because I haven’t been able to properly sleep for weeks now. Something’s chasing me out of my dreams every morning, no matter how exhausted I still am. I wake up at the break of dawn, still half asleep, but with my mind wide awake and hostile, so that I am not only in a bad condition physically, but also mentally. I am moody and sad at the same time, which annoys me so much that I write text posts about it.
So this is where I live…
If anybody ever asks (again) why I feel so lonely and why I think too much, I will show them this photo.