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the other night.

no piece of mind.

time thief.

I lost about 18 hours

they are nowhere to be found

I looked for them in your eyes

and almost drowned

I tasted them on your lips

but lost them somewhere below your hips.

Where does 'I love fucking you' , stop

and where does 'I fucking love' you, start?

You confuse me.

Friend.

In den Abgrund starren

"BEAUTY

 CAN ALSO EXIST IN VIOLENCE

 TO FEEL BEAUTY IS A BETTER THING

 THAN TO UNDERSTAND 

 HOW WE CAME TO FEEL IT."

George Santayana 
(The sense of beauty 1896)

pic by Tine Ka 

Moulting.

being loved, wanted. 

being disliked, hated.

Both startles me.

Both confuses me. 

Detach me from all of that.

Detach me from my ego

from how I look and the way I walk

from what you see in me

from what you project onto me 

from the things you understand.

It bores me 

it scares me 

it cages me .

I dont find comfort in this zone

anymore. 

I wanna be the weirdest I can get

act the strangest I can act

violent

heartbreaking

and broken. 

Follow me. Free falling.

See me. Saint and slut.

Find me. Creating and destroying.

Save me. 

Join me.

Or leave me the fuck alone.

I want to breathe self 

not perception.

.I wanna be all that I am.

Fuck I am too old to pretend to be just one thing. 

and too young to pretend that I have figured myself out.

Don't pretend

after one look through eyes

more tired than your mind

that you have. 

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I had way too much to dream last night.

soft agression.

ich gruesse alle die ich kenne