:: das freut mich ::
it is when one feels pulsations within the eyes that one notices how simultaneously insignificant and overwhelming the passing of each second becomes; it is when one loses control but gains consciousness of each nerve that one becomes certain that there's no point in searching for a reason for it all, or at least for any possible "it".__one struggles relentlessly for a way, a path, a view; one seeks comfort and justification, one dissolves un-willingly in the salted pond of what seems to be the case while doing so.__how terribly complicated it is for an electric impulse to make way through the thickness of the newly imposed; imagine, having to swim against the tide for milliseconds in order to cause pain, an imposed efimerous nature compelled to die out in the midst of pleasing anguish.__i have found to be amazing the fact that some things have the sole purpose of inflicting harm upon other things of a similar nature; such is my solitude, such is my pride, such is my hesitation.
breathe in little girl for there is still a spot you missed while attempting to attain the point of fusion of the noblest of all metals, breathe in for this smoke inside you hurries the pace of the ever retaliating pulse; breathe out, 'no room for both, just room for me', breathe out there's need for draining.
parsimonic rises and falls of the muscular device that was disgracefully given to me upon my birth are to be the sign of the never ending struggle, systematic deceits are to be interpreted as life.__one cannot live without being held at gunpoint by one's self, but, that will have to do.
coming in through my ears::Lullaby/Lamb