About Me
lost. confused road leading to nowhere.. intertwined lives seperate us from our reality's kissing heaven on a sunday afternoon, let us hear the praise that let us advance from foolish children to metapysical elders, wanting to evolve from the puddle of mud we crawl, from our lives confused a road of thread intertwined, lives pass by swimming in oceans of red jelly, anger and hate take over our lives.. lost little boys and lost little girls look for each other, not realizing there fates are already so carefully sealed inside a box of cereal, candy colored clowns who thrive on chaos lure them into suspicious auto mobiles..
all wanting a bit more sacred soulfull solitude we lay our hearts into what else could we ask for.. lost little boys searching for peace and love, but opening vulnerable kaleidoscope eyes.. to find murder, sex and hate.. the words that mezmorize, words that hypnotize lies and deciet all at youre feet begging for there forgiveness but all you give them is grief, tearfull tantrums, tastefull sighs, signs of the apocolypse on a distant horizen.. waiting for the shadow.
one applause, the one from nowhere.. the one that only exists in youre mind so now the unbelevible line is drawn which you stand at the edge.. it seems like forever, waiting for your cryptic mind to come to terms with the soul that left you high and dry, standing at the edge. with youre own two feet you stand to contemplate how lost you have become, how very lost you have got...
the wirey little boy lost for a lifetime in search of the lost little girl who waits for him on the otherside of hell, waiting for the meaningless bell of time to sound.. to finally come to an end, for it is now time to come to terms of how well life was actually spent..
searching for meaning.. a neverend betrayed and dismayed by lucky stars hanging behind locked doors as black as the night.. constellations an endless reminder that it isnt too late, all within your own control, time to take the reins.. for it was bliss that we missed not too long ago where our fates where locked with messages from space twighlight, and long hours and day time races that last for years, all this to be found in hours of glory we witness..
our stories being read from a book that we just happen to have took, from a little lost girl who we happened to find wandering alone in the dark woods, where colors mean nothing and distortions fasinate or realm of thought, the lost little girl carried a frown that seemed glued to her very shadow. so distraught by what she had seen.
she grew up in the same world as us, where little lost girls grow up to have such little trust, waiting for the little lost boys to hear their desperate chants.. "COME SAVE US!!" ..and so, the shivers run down your spine, you still cant trust lost little boy whispers, yet trusting me is a must, not everyone is a gloomy gus, candy coated and loaded!
your insulting fears of mistrust, why cant you just believe what i preach? for i am not here to harm. i simply want to be friends with a little girl and i seem to have a liking for the lost and found.
little girl, child of the earth, i desperately need you to teach me your dance.. how to dance away this dark.
i beg you to stay, little lost girl... for you have captured my soul, broken the boundaries, and created the elements boundless, like the laws of gravity. lost, or perhaps found?
