Failures / Off -

we are caught by a thought that holds fast

onto a grain of resistance in our heads

and when we’re cought in a beam of light

we try to escape into either black or white

the world is more than this

there is more to it

even the colorblind

can spot a gradient

between black and white

between black and blue

between stories told

between lies and truth

let me sink to my knees

and let me burn bright

let me light up the city

and let me light up the night

«I am an architect,

I sketched a world,

that’s supposed to be,

everything I wanted,

but it turned out to be

everything I hate»

when reality get’s conquered

and has to vacate a feeling

that used to be real and had some kind of meaning

then tell me: what’s the point of living

if life isn’t waht we’re feeling

rituals that are meant to perpetuate, hold and manifest a habit

in a cosy but fake habitat

I predict: you will fail

«I am an architect,

I sketched a world,

that’s supposed to be,

everything I wanted,

but it turned out to be

everything I hate

and something I’ll never need»