the air keeps on changin'. it's thick. it's thin. n' sometimes so clean... you hear everythin' everyone says. n' then you move ahead. it's not rainin' though so i can't blame it on the clouds. n' another year endin'. but the years don't. n' just flashes everythin'.. as if it were not your own life but someone else's. findin' more than you look for till february... n' losin' it all in may. movin' with parallel thoughts... life showin' you more than you want to see. tongues tellin' more truths than your ears ask for. maybe i just want to be statues in the rain.
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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