He's alone but talks a lot

Rarely do I know what it's all about.

Often in silence, he'll sit and think

Then in a hurry, he'll take the paper and the ink.

Then come the smiles, the curses and rage

Taking the notebook and ripping off the page.

Suddenly he'll get up and stroke his chin

Throwing the ripped page into the trash bin.

The night will come but his sleep won't come

To agony and despair, he will succumb.

But with the morning the paper is filled

He's happy, joyful, ecstatic and thrilled.

Then, he sleeps for days on end

Yes, he snores, listening to that I do not recommend.

He'll wake up, watch TV and take a bite

Until he goes to the desk again

Bites the bitter pain

Takes the pen and starts to write.

Swinging hammock

weekend afternoon

tree shade, birdsong

light breeze, it's evening soon

sweating beer, bitter and cold

and you here, your sweet arm I hold.

It was one of those warm summer nights,

We were down by the seaside, on an old pier

Drinking warm beer and talking about us

About the past and the future.

The clouds gathered and we

Watched the lightning paint the sky

Somewhere far away.

Thunder rumbled ever so quietly

And we waited for raindrops to chase us away.

Somewhere far away.

1. Khruangbin - they literally changed my whole musical paradigm. Favorite song (and video) is Como Te Quiero.

2. Credence Clearwater Revival - Oldie but goldie, and I don't know, just love them.

3. Kokoroko - Check out the song Abusey Junction, it's pure gold

Honorable mentions: Quantic, Feng Suave, Skinshape, Vashti Bunyan, Cones, Alex G.

I travelled for four hours. Four hours I gazed through the bus window: I took that gazing as a quest, as something that was necessary, as a mission that had to be done no matter the price and I did that so stubbornly that I didn’t question the purpose of it. But like a thousand times before, all I saw was the same towns, same roads, same landscapes, sometimes the same cars and the same people inside...

I was waiting for you

Calling and talking

while walking alone

But you were gone

You left, months away

To sway yourself

To change some things

To get your feelings in order.

I waited and waited

but your arrival was belated

by chance and change.

I waited still, I called

Through autumn rains and winter snows

Was it real, or was it all for show?

Will I ever know?

There goes your fool

A tool, still standing,

Stranded in waiting.

I guess You could say I'm indecisive... Oh, and I don't like to improvise, but I regularly get myself in situations where I have to do exactly that. I guess I subconsciously like the pressure, what a maniac.

I take everything way too seriously, so I guess now is the time to write about my eating and sleeping habits.

I eat everything except coconut and cinnamon related products.

I sleep on my left side, except the times I sleep on my right side.

Please don't read this. Maybe that should be the title?

In endless rows of lonely souls,

Painted blue, painted red, but inside dead,

Futile it had seemed, so I have deemed

To leave this place forever.

But a lonely soul has only one goal

And cannot leave before he believes

He has found and turned around

His wretched luck and fortune.

And there she stood and all I could

Was to mutter a song, boring and long,

But still she was there, able to bear

My nonsense and noise.

But came a night, Moon shining bright

Morning followed, Sun lazily wallowed

After a dream, it would have seemed

That she left this lonely hole.

So I yelled your name, but it was all in vain

I looked around, but there was no sound;

Misery took over, I finally got sober

And found myself alone once more.

In endless rows of lonely souls

I stood and pondered, stood and wondered

words I plucked and cursed my luck

That I can’t quite seem to find you.

@chainedinshadow

I think about you when it rains.

I think of our bed. About that old

Studio apartment, its old and tattered drapes.

Smell of tobacco and air filled with smoke and empty thoughts and words that filled the deep silence

Of a quiet, rainy day.

I think about you when it rains.

I think about your eyes, gazing nowhere while talking about

Nothing in particular.

I think about your hands, the

Scent of your hair, its brown and endless curls.

I think about you when it rains. I think about you when it snows.

I think about you when the Sun shines bright.

I see it in my dreams.

Endless rows of stone pillars, dank air

That fills one with dread and fear.

The voices cry out in dark, telling compelling stories about

Destiny, love, life and death.

Sorrow fills the void and the unescapable sensation of imprisonment, damnation and

Neverending escape

Looms in the air.

Stories they whisper

Every word are a burden only too heavy, my body aches, but my soul craves freedom, warmth, love, compassion.

Awakening is a gift, but every visit leaves me less and less, and the dreams of the netherworld and the

Damned souls that inhabit it

Takes more and more.