Differences between impressions of life and intuitions of what it deeply is, meaning that there are more powerfull impressions, mood of life, than what we are used to in our social living. I feel sad not to have the words. I am dropped, each time I get alone I realize I am dropped, like if I would live again what I just lived. I am abused, I only regroup alone. I feel like I have to talk like a child to understand myself. Powerfull youth impressions, naïve truth. Children don't speak the truth, but they are not corrrupted from the impression of it. Feeling like it's words, trying to get logical. Feeling like something has been lost. Feeling like you are talking offtime. Feeling like you lie because you are stupid. Feeling like there is a little girl that could speak the truth for you. Feeling like you are an open psychological complexes book. Feeling like you once knew, you once lived. Feeling like there is something wrong about your state today. Feeling like you are abusing you. Feeling like style over substance. Feeling like you flee away from the real problems. Feeling like you are really messed up. Feeling like you are saying nothing, as the intuition of what you feel and want to say lives an independant life outside of your will and conscious actings. Feeling like you do the wrong thing, you don't live as you should, you are not yourself, everybody sucks, there is nobody. Feeling the big "wrrrrrrong", the big buzzzzz, the big "that's not it"... I don't know what to do

Eglemo

Watching flowing things

Flowing cars

Flowing people

Flowing ice on the river

What's left of me?

I am just a feeling

That I don't know

There is almost nobody, almost

They're not listening

Their feeling is almost drone

But it's everywhere

Watching flying things

Turning things

Now it's gone

Silence on the other side

What's me?

I am just a feeling

That I don't know

That I cannot know

How do we sound strange

For the Chineeses

How do we sound strange

Like they sound strange to us

There's a point, where I start to shiver, where everything is perfect harmony, that's grace, and it goes away... That is tragic, but when I am lazy it is not. Muses! Muses! No, we call for ourselves! Call for yourself!! Find something!!