the few...that's good...

i wrote so much and still can't stop. it's a mix...just frazzles of words, but i won't write them down yet- just one song i hung on now.
-someone dies-
am i talking? are you paying attention?
are these questions to be ask when someone dies?
the play goes on and my eyes will beam with gladness
what can be done to fill the rigid rooms with movement?
have you been wrong to just stop breathing without a cause?
what else can be done?
you stare into the depth
if there lies a ground if there was an eruption...
what brought us here? are we in need of help?
are we drunk enough to fit into the scheme?
the play goes on...
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ah, it doesn't matter, i write it all down now*grin...just for today...
- this place is new, i travelled far, the world arranged in panes of glass/ an empty word, an empty wall
- do not shiver in your sanity at least you've got emotions
- it's the feeling i won't anchor here/ still kept in motion, still operating
- how can you except me to come sober?
- a secret message- overheard
- do we need a password here? / doublecheck my storylines
- growing sicker in perfection
- das gebot der logik ist stärker als die droge
- my thoughts were never sleeping
- the sea is bound to take me home tonight
- call me unbalanced incinere insane
tbc.