brainlessloverboy

a thousand clocks. counting something that isn´t real at all. clicks and ticks without any silent brakes. a massive noise.

green eyes mirrored through a window that hasn´t been furbished for years. frames that limit the view.switching off all emotions to provide complete emptieness.

i´ve never been that empty. i never flet anything that was strong enough to nerase all of my memories of that that was there before it came. i´m confused and i am scared. at least a bit.

a smashed recordplayer in the corner of the room. property of the radiohead corporation. soldiers marching on the TV screen.

screams.

close the door.

silence.

cats never leave any marks on windows.

i wrote a story about you and me.

i wrote it in a way that nobody will ever understand it.

other than you and me.

i lit some candles with a hundred dollar note.

i smiled and thought that money stinks.

i wrote down all my problems.

it reads like a poem.

it has a climax.

it´s beautiful.

i think you would understand it if i read it to you.

or maybe you wouldn´t.

but i should try it.

woke up with a headache.

i think i had a bad dream.

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