Echoes Below

In a change of space, a change of place. A dream I'd always wanted. But old feelings linger in the midst of a perennial fate. The deadlines are coming much too soon. And nobody has what they wanted. The week's get shorter and everything dries up. The domestic bliss or something more than this. Every now and then, there's something lurking over there. Everything else just dreams with a magical return. Still looking over pictures and dreaming of another tomorrow. You can only see how we are and dreaming into the stage of open hands. Old songs and radio know where we are headed. Nothing is taken for granted. I'm just holding out on the stage of another tomorrow. Nobody has this thing taken for granted. It's just something that bears repeating. No matter how old it gets. You can sit there and tell me how it's done as if everything around you is so easy. Expanding waistlines and communicative arts. You're not backwards in going forwards. Into the sea or into the ...

I don't want to be barbaric/I just want to cut it up

"I think the simplest explanation is, is that I had these experiences, that they were real and that they took place outside of time."

Features and faces, drawn out of time. TV news stations, radio setlists, burning images through the flames. Dances in echoes, jumping from windows, an evergrowing set of circumstances I will never understand. Cut the clues and clean yourself in, dreaming of a better tomorrow. Loving relationships, long cycles through time. Feeding the frenzy that burns from within. Falling asleep under the blankets of time. You damage me so much, I feel as though I haven't had time for her at all. A constant staring into the abyss and wondering where I go when you're not here. It's called the new apprehension. Cutting from deadlines and delayed messages, one hopeless sentence that will wash me away. Keep feeling as inept and featureless through distant memories that fall by the wayside. Clue myself in with the terms that'll haunt me for the rest of my life. You're a big boy now, you should know these things. Spend my time criticising the universal complaint as I'm part of ...

The yearning never stops Increasingly worn through I'm never satisfied until Your arms will soothe me I dream a thousand kisses Lullabies as you lay me to sleep The future in your hands We wrap ourselves with care In disjointed thoughts My love splinters in form The heart that I have broken Is the heart I'm keen to mend Fading across the oceans Landmarks in the architecture Faltering in the skies at night I take pleasure in your delight

I wonder what it was that made you love me. Or if it was in my own head. I'm better off now. I'm with someone who loves me and I love her back. But something keeps chipping away at me from the past. Likes shards of broken glass melting in my flesh. I've dwelled on it for far too long. The sense of humiliation never lets go. Never remind me because I never forget. It's always there burning in the background of our lies. I don't know where you went to. I should be happy of disappearances because you made me nervous. I felt just like a girl, always waiting for you to make the first move, I forgot what gender I am. You know it's silly but it kept me brimming with an eager sense of love. Or of longing, I think I can tell the difference now. It wasn't love you wanted, I was just an amateur psychiatrist tending to your neurosis. It seems funny that I feel like I'm cryogenically frozen in time just at the mere mention of your former location. But even then, the ...

Why do you repeat everything you say? The message has been received but you've never understood that I carry on with my life as before. You can't help but interfere but don't like it when others interfere with you.

Assassin in my place with a shaded face set to the skies.