Two doors to exit and one is locked
Almost like all my soul at dawn
I don't know if the door that is open has a goal.
Sometimes I can't find a way to enter this one
My mind is awake
theirs, I think, is dead
Dead as the door, dead, door
Dead door
Who is speaking?
I hear nothing but empty words
For me, that's how they are. Sometimes, just like me
It just doesn't fill me up
I'm going to a corner
Everybody I don't know in this fucking room
Good shit people, more than you and more than me.
Imperfect people, with delusions of perfection.
People who turn off my circulation
Poor our dead lives
We all believe we are action heroes
Of action, for love. Heartless
Or is it just me and they feel alive?
Or maybe, here, the only one dead is me.
No action, no heart...
Just like the door, dead.
Photographers: Dimitri Guedes
I'll never be the calm at the end of the day. Too smart to worry and too cute to care. This is Is. In the meantime, what do I know.