backwards

[Sepia]

We came upon this world, festering with our own ignorance and faults, seeing them as something to bring along, to further this darkness where we've dwelt. Grown afraid and old is what we've become, shadows looming as we have become anglers in a lake of darkness, none of us in dreams or hopes do we seem to climb our of our holes and abysses. We'd grown down into it, with no feeling of home for any of our hearts and we'd leave us alone but there were too many to have come for us, to go have dreamt for us into this, all the broken promises and the things we should have done which we never did and never will do but we keep thinking we should, it'd be the right thing and we are men who wish to do the right thing

before the haze lets go of us and we are only left with the sense of and desire for oblivion, let us disappear here into this, a world where we can't feel ourselves, where are mouths no longer need to move and our emotions don't have to feel, where the mind is left in a shallow grave, thought to be dead but merely in torpor, this is what attracts us day in and day out, it is the meaning of our lives and we spend more and more time there as we never find what we want but hope is burning in our stomach, we know no longer what we hoped to find but it's still there, burning our bellies, turning our stomach

lost in the wilderness is what our biographers would call these years if we ever become famous or if we find and bring redemption upon our souls, the misers of a world we will never comprehend or understand even though we sound clever talking about realities we will always be inside ours and never expand upon everyone elses for we have enough here and we're so stupid compared to the words that drool out of our mouths, one-liners and punches we learned back when we were smart, when we were something different than anything else around us because we've become slaves: bound to dream and hearts we knew we would have never followed then but apathy has sunk in to us and we welcomed it for we didn't want more to do with you, with life

we wanted something else and we held our beliefs until it was too late, time had already done something with us and the transition from being children to being adults disappeared an one day, without ceremony, without us dressing in a traditional garb, it happened and we were the ones we were, wrong as we understood it, children in an adult life without the playfulness of the one we used to be, a broken monument seen in a distance, a silhouette against the gathering storm with no knowledge on where to run

[Faust]

That felt really dark, beautifully written but very dark compared to your other pieces (or maybe it hit too close to home for me).

[the last yatto]

Don't think it will ever be a big storm one can watch on the television but the slow dragging thought that all is not okay, something in the air that doesn't smell right, you know like who sometimes we tell ourselfs its just a shadow