n' then you suddenly come across these houses right?

good decent lookin' houses. you don't know them. never been inside them. n' then they invite you.. when you're still wound up with thoughts.... hoverin' around the voices comin' from the inside walls. the secrets which might as well be a definite part of them. n' then you follow signs. not so sure if those were actual signs or you wanted more to follow them. but nonetheless.. nobody stops you.... or charges you for trespassin'. you feel more than a guest... but not so sure either. n' just when your mind perceives everythin' in the gardens of familiarity... you're made to be a stranger.. a definite one. you're made to believe that it was only you... n' just you who mistook the signs.... n' they're already doin' you a favour.... by not pressin' any charges against you.

p.s. somethings unlike most others are so matter of the fact n' so taken for granted n' so existin'... that they don't exist.. or they might... but you don't see them. just like the "flugelbinders". maybe i can't imagine my day without them... i don't even see the odds without it. but i act as though i did somethin' n' i deserve them.

the worst part i found in a house.... each of them have a hidin' place where they hide the key... which takes you inside. n' the strkin' thing... it's not even a hidin' place because it's quite within reach n' it's way too common place n' cliched. but it still happens to work. few people will be told about it... n' the rest of the world shall be standin' on the other side of the hedge.. cruel isn't it? n' it's funny too.

nominated to unknow
the faces of fooleries
find a way to forget
the dreams of yesterdays
the seeds of lovingdale
knows nowhere to go.
walk my sleep through them.
n' there's no one to know.
the uncatalogued memories
rearranged randomly
there's no where to go
n' the ghosts shall marry me.