my feet seems not my feet

today

is so tired

company with yuki

to the shopping street

my feet seems

not my feet

the beginning and the end in one night

the train trip

to dali

we timed it perfectly

and did the whole thing in our sleep

life

was but a dream

the emergency hammer

was sharp

and hit hard in the dark

that must be how it broke both our hearts

the international language of ...

   english wins

by arrogance alone

well

that

and consumer-culture

computer language

and

ultimately

the beatles

so narrow so sharp #8

some things sink in

some take flight

how much hope do you need

to decide

i heard thirteen songs of hope

sung by a giant

who strains his bloodshot eyes to see the light

he knelt and prayed

he did it right

but somewhere in the distance

blame replied

‘you’ll need a ship

it’ll take some might’

may mean more to the husband

than the wife

you may feel it

but you can’t fly

sometimes you have to close your eyes

to get it right

here’s the catch

the edge

seek the comfort

keep the comfort

in your bed

you wouldn’t know

to see me cry

than none of this

and none of you

will survive

curly hair

told curly lies

she tried to make the day

seem like the night

in the end

she couldn’t hide

the very last thing she did

was force a smile

some things weak

some things shy

sometimes you have to close ‘em quick

close ‘em tight

blurry skies

burning bright

i have tried

                 i have tried

i have tried