What is it that i think i need? is there another person in me that wants to be freed? or am i and will i always be the person that i was until now? i have no doubt that there are more questions which hide underneath my breath and i will not deny it while writing these lines.
the feelings in question are much more important than i once thought. they make my day. it is evident that there is an obvious link between my state of conciousness and the rhythm of my everyday actions. one cannot live without the other. they make my success, my failure...this is what life's about.
it is the moment when you lie in bed in the evening. before falling asleep one resumes the day with all events which you judge worth it to think about them. the blur in the brain finds its playground in various dreams, 'cause only then nothing can make sense. in our everyday life we search for a sense in everything we do, even non-sense is a sense because we try to classify our behaviour.
it is a very narrow path we walk all along the 24 hours of a day. we search truth by day, the so-called truth dissapears by night, it blows away like a feather in the wind.
i'm tired and i'm beginning to lose my thoughts about these things. i watch them leaving. they leave me to reach a new atmosphere, untouchable to me, but there is one thought that i caught before getting tired namely the question: is truth only a trick?
(by day give thanks
by night beware
half of your world in sweetness
the other in fear
when the darkness takes you
with her hands across your face
don't give in too quickly
find the things she's erased
find the line
find the shape
through the grain
find the outline
and things will tell you their name.)
life cannot shelter me
cannot keep me in light
but it can teach me
night vision
night vision
night vision.
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