The sun shines bright and the streets are saturated to the max. Walking feels eerie and wrong - one ought to fly like a bird above the rooftops, and fly far. Bodily matters aside, I am here to enlighten myself.
Time is tied to concretes in the form of corrosion. The intangibles manage time as if it was fun. I walk between the two, trying to find balance amidst the imminent bodily destruction and the narrative constructs of my mind. Lies, mostly. Truth lies soft and sound in manipulating sounds. The inscape is a landscape only when immersed in music.
Thoughts color most of the steps I take on the light glutted cobbled stones. No matter how much I walk, I can't seem to get out of my mind. I clear the true throat within and sing,
Mind,
Never ever mind
Spinning stars inside
Turn everything white
Mind,
Never one's mind
Clean sheet hype
A roundabout fight
Mind,
Lose that fucking mind
Time's just about ripe
To take an ethereal flight
