Padd Solutions

Tell me where did hope go.

He had felt a gentle breeze, as if everything was alright. He knew it was all far from ok. But sometimes, in life, you have to let things flow, because you'd go insane. There was nothing that could change everything back to the way it was. Even now, where technology can give us babies, there's no device, or formula in the known world that could take everything he did and said and make it future tense. He simply learned to live with it. When he rushed home, back from work, Daniel had taken out a notebook and bled all the ink that was etched on the back of his head. He had seen some light in darkness, and finally decided to let go on paper. The wine, pulled by mere gravity, fell down and burned the bottom of Daniel's stomach. As did the smoke, when conquering the breathing pathways, burn his lungs. This method, used by many, seems to link the ideal world, with our material world. Relaxed brains, much less rigid and scientific, explore a plane like no other. The asymmetrical design that took form of a note on a paper, reeked of regret. And so falls the night, and the stories of human beings. Simultaneously writing notes to each other, simultaneously killing, feeding, robbing and crying for each other.

No se donde me levante, pero aparentemente fue en el lugar equivocado. Las calles están silenciosas, no hay ni un alma vagabundeando en los pasillos. No puede ser posible todo esto, que se hayan sincronizado los hechos que me llevaran al punto de ebullición. Me pregunto como me veré al estallar. Nada fluye. Todos los artistas están obsesionados con hablar del fluir de algo, siempre me preguntaba ...el fluir de que?, pues no se todavía....pero me hace falta. Creo que me falta un poco de vida, y no se donde la deje, si fue debajo de mi cama, o si se la preste a alguien. Tal vez alguien me la quito. Solo se que la necesito, y muy pronto. Don't Panic.
Fuck you. Atleast I'm out of here in a few days. Días de paz me harán bien...