knitting needles.

this is about men and thieves.
this is about wolves and sheep.
this is about the difference between
you and me.

[try to understand. its difficult for me to put in words.]

one without the other, is just no good. each one needs its counterpart, to define them. each one needs someone who's consistently trying to unwind them.

however, lately i feel as if I've been left unraveled on the floor. its no use anymore. the tangles and knots, are just too tight. the frustration that insues, is enough
that everyone who ends up trying, gives up. it seems fit & right..
I guess I've never really been worth the fight.

don't worry. I'm content being left a mess: a huge heap of strings on the floor.

...
sometimes I feel myself fading. drifting along. disappearing.
I know I don't belong. there's no need for you to play the old songs. I don't know these words, I can't sing along.
these melodies seem vaguely familiar. the bass line mimics my heart. beating against my rib cage, it becomes entangled in the sound. can you hear it? it seems so loud.
drowning out the words screamed from you mouth.
... I feel like the ghost of your past life. just here to remind you of the time.

...
why does this feel so comfortable? why is it that you seem to linger on my mind? how did you seem to play with the time? warp it. manipulated so that it speeds up & slows down, at will?
how is it that I find myself here?
vertigo. I feel lost in deep space. or put in a trance.


yo no se.

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