Tag: b/w

When you have that feeling, everything’s full of life, every leaf, every pebble
These are good things to look at, but sometimes you don’t see them
All week long he’s looked forward to this day
You try not to remind anybody you’re there
Would you like to go back? It’s completely up to you
I was there but was also everywhere
We’re having a little tension in here today
I could not help but wonder what tomorrow would bring
We sat tensely for a long time, not talking
It is hours to go before you sleep
I daresay we had become poets
It made you just want to lay out there and catch rays and think your happy thoughts
I said out loud, as I was supposed to, what I was feeling
He knows, too, that he is only postponing his own death
Time passes, as slow as death
Everything is still for a while
I’ll do all I can do to spare your life
And your clothes, where are your clothes?
There is no innocence in this city
With no book to read and no one to talk to, he fell asleep on the garden bench
Still, he doesn’t look back, thinking that that is the way of doom
There are benefits to being of small size, after all
He does not want to fail; he cannot afford to fail
People pretend the world is ordinary every day
It can’t stay open. I have a good life
We’ve opened some sort of door here
I’m just showing you what I did so I don’t have to answer questions later
It’s ridiculous how complicated this is
What luck to know a good and honest man
The sky cracking, turning colours. Surrender.
Go where?
You need to get out there, you need to do something, go somewhere
Weeds flaming up from cracks in the concrete
I never know what I’m going to do next
I think you need to talk to somebody
And the weirder you get the longer you go by yourself
The longer you go by yourself the weirder you get
A person’s not supposed to go through life with absolutely nobody
You know: if I wasn’t using anything or spending anything, I didn’t need to make anything
I started thinking I should just go off the grid
Maybe if they stayed just like this, everything would be okay
It was like when you wrote a word over and over again until it looked alien and wrong
It felt like his eyes were looking right at her
It was quiet and cool with no one around
There were always flies in the window, beating themselves against the glass
Nothing in this life is as easy as that
Nothing. There was nothing. Nobody there in the dark
Why are you out here? What did that door ever do to you?
Sometimes you just know things in a dream
Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?