"And these children that you spit on
As they try and change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
(Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes)"

- David Bowie

unheard bittersweet melodies.

unheard bittersweet melodies.

there's a million things i should do.
minus a million i need to.
as long as there's you.
things i need to hear, feel, touch, remember.
a part of me is never satisfied.
another one is always content.
as long as there's you.
in the end of the tunnel.

let's create crazy dumbass memories.
let's make everything, every second,
every glimpse, a truth.
let's make it last.
let's bury world's hate and greed, push it down under.
let's fool ourselves a little bit more.

building roads out of every scenario that scares us.
QUIT CALLING IT 'WASTING DAYS'.
let's abuse our egos.
let's choke in space.


throwing our scattered hearts into rehab.
soaking every inch of our guts in liqour.
exterminate everything fake.
push the knives backwards against our backs.

screw the good and fuck with the bad.
there's no control, there's no pattern.
there's no map of perfection.
the lessons we learn.
there's only.
endless oneway roads we love to run.

loving you is self-destruction.
and i don't mind.