JJS

There won't be sad words. 

Nor any drama.

I am stopping myself outright.

It was a factor that made this happen.

The violins have stopped playing, and i can't get them to play anymore.

The world keeps spinning, when i would like it to stop.

The lines and features of man, etched and burnt into my memory.

 And the thought that it was me all along.

There are so many things unfinished. Yet started.

That's what i remember most.

That's what stops me from reaching out.

If i blinked, if i breathed, if i moved, it had meaning.

I want the music to start again.

It won't start again.

I did this. 

Constant tears.

No sad words. Forced smile.

I am the Human Chameleon.

Again.

Electric Sea Spider + The Sea

http://www.myspace.com/electricseaspider

 You don't have a clue about how The Sea believes in you.

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Still There

Never habituate. That's what I'm living by. To never reside within one place and feel as if it were home. Because it doesn't feel like home. Not yet. For there is so much beauty I have to see, to explore, to smell, to feel, to soak in. Can you forgive me?

I'll call you from a telephone box. I don't know where yet. But through the hazy night, when my drunken legs and mind carry my self, my numb body, I'll call you when I get there. Because somehow, I'll be safe in the night. I'll call you from a telephone box.

And when I come back, I'll sit next to the flimsy paper that recorded it all. I'll be to scared, too shy to look. I'd like to think that maybe I was wrong. But I know I'm not. Nor are you. It was the thought of you that brought me here. If only for a while.