Fuck it.

Its the music that pierces my brain.
Theres a moment there when the first touch of sound runs a finger on my brain.
The feeling of someone plugging my brain into the largest generator. Ever.
And its that feeling of incoherence, of not knowing what the music is saying.
It is the feeling of feeling.
No longer trying to know what happens tonight.
Instead, let me go into it tonight.

If only, Switzerland

its funny.
when we move.
a step forward, a step to the side.
its like a staircase, but in all directions.
some steps are a little shorter than others.
yet regardless i continually ask what happens.
something needs to happen, something over nothing.
and through and through everything needs to make sense.
but nothing does, and so it's sad.
it seems that the stairs recede.
that they fade away forever.
yet if you think about it.
its better than nothing.
now than never.
here over ever.


"and everything here, from the saltshaker to the doorknob is very pretty..."