sola excogitatoris
Your next door free writer.
sola excogitatoris
Your next door free writer.
Your next door free writer.
Your next door free writer.
I could taste the sweet in the voices
my ears could swim in the vintage
classic of hums
You see these people are no longer here.
A loan, no change
I’ve borrowed time from another place
A one way flight to one hundred years ago
The currency of my fingertips on a screen
I am witnessing a turbulence,
The winds of ha’s and ooo’s
My destination: Distorted reality
Arriving in spiraling staircases,...
When all the colors are
surrounding me in my bed
Life wasn’t meant for sorrow
But why do I feel so black and blue,
Why is it all in my head?
The bright lamp is my ego
The floor my soul
Give me a reason to why
I need my shoes on the other side
The ceiling is leaking once again
With the storm overdue to subside
Give me a reason why
I need to climb mountains
And swim with the sharks
Or to change wh...
Am I a lonely planet?
The moon is my only friend.
The night is quiet
And my memories loud
My first shoelaces tied at the age of four
And my path unclear at twenty six
The present everchanging
The future an illusion
Still in a dark cocoon, and I’m scared.
Like a storm in Hawaii
People just passing me by.
Time is a concept and a bomb
The months roll by
And I’m still in the same bed
Just diffe...