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Is there an escape? I saw the broken light and asked why it was like that, oh, it broke, and i saw how he looked so tired, so exhausted, and now he has this fucking broken light on his mind too. A lamp without its shade replaced it. This broken light symbolises everything, I saw my whole life in this damn light, never complete, just about there, pretends to be a light but isnt really, its just a mass of wires and glass, what is light? an electromagnetic beam..? hey somebody smart tell me... no dont, asshole i dont want to know. Purety, me? I think not. I dont believe there is an escape, I will never get out, they didnt, Can i move away perhaps? Do i have the money... do i have the will.. the strength... the desire? I dont think there is an escape, because its too inbuilt, its part of me, it is me. The problem isnt the light, it is not the lack of money, the mess, the noise, the shattering of glass, the problem is.... Well dont ask me, Im not sure, you wouldnt have got this far, so you couldnt tell me either.
"Love only hurts when you fight it."
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