τη φαντασία μου δεν χάνω γιατι χάνομαι...

Στης σοβαρότητας τις φυλακες δεν πιανομαι,κι αν νιωθω οτι μεγαλωνω παλι μικρος αισθανομαι.Χωρις προλογο ακουγομαι παιδι λιγο ανωριμο επειδη την πατησα αρκετες φορες γι'αυτο τ'ομολογω ερχομαι να γραψω τοτε ισως θα ξεπερασω ολα αυτα που γινανε και θελω να ξεχασω.Σα μιλησαν τα ματια μου σταματησανε τα στοματα με χρωματα γεμισε ο ουρανος μου κι ειναι δικος μου.Μακαρι να πλημμυριζε με φως καθε γωνια του κοσμου απο το νοτο ως το βορρα κι απο την ανατολη ως τη δυση κι οπως λεει και η ρηση: "μην στενοχωριεσαι για προβληματα που λυνονται και για αυτα που δεν υπαρχει λυση" διαφορετικοι ο ενας απο τον αλλο ειμαστε,ομως ειμαστε και ισοι. Ανησυχιες στη ζωη να υπαρχουν δεν θα παψουν κι ετσι ευελπιστω οτι τα πραγματα καποτε θα αλλαξουν.Καταλαβα πως αυξανεται της ζωης μου ο παλμος τιποτα δε χανεται εκτος αμα δεν αισθανεται.

This Head I Hold.

See, I’m upset because I've always been stuck. But I don’t know what it is I’m without. Guess I’m in love with always feeling down. See the problem was I was fully consumed. With all of the petty things that I couldn’t do. So I listen while I’m told. Sit back, don’t think, get high. Take drink, sit back, don’t think. The more I listen the deeper I sink. So find me stuck in some scene. I wanna get out but there’s no in between. So I sit back as I watch the crowd go. Never assuming that it's something so low. See the answer is this. If I wanna be free. I gotta stop playin’ round and runnin’ from me. Take drink don’t feel just go. If you listen carefully then you won't feel so low. This head that I hold is so tired. photos by : the cobra snake (Mark Hunter)

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wake up.

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One day I'm happy and healthy.Next I ain't doing so well.

I'm not the way that you found me. I'm neither here nor there. Let's go when no one can see us. And find the difference between us. You can cry like a baby. Just let me do what I need to. It might be to me or to you. Just let me do what I need to.

You're fine for a while but you start to lose control.

Trouble is a friend but trouble is a foe. And no matter what I feed him he always seems to grow. He sees what I see and he knows what I know. So don't forget as you ease on down the road.So don't be alarmed if he takes you by the arm. I won't let him win, but I'm a sucker for his charm.

We'll share a drink and step outside, An angry voice and one who cried.

A change of speed, a change of style. A change of scene, with no regrets, A chance to watch, admire the distance, Still occupied, though you forget. Different colours, different shades, Over each mistakes were made. I took the blame. Directionless so plain to see, A loaded gun won't set you free. So you say. We'll share a drink and step outside, An angry voice and one who cried, 'We'll give you everything and more, The strain's too much, can't take much more.' I've walked on water, run through fire, Can't seem to feel it anymore. It was me, waiting for me, Hoping for something more, Me, seeing me this time, Hoping for something else.