Path Of Thorns
by K. Robin
"Live"
I listen. Trust me... I can listen.
But "Live like it's your last breath"? I did.
Now I guess this is life after death with a twist: I survived.
Lately, I have been craving life and acted like a vampire venturing in the light.
One concert a month kept my pulse racing at the beat of a drum
I invited the
bass to dig my heart out.
I welcomed the noise and the deafness
Thinking the voice inside,
My constant reminder,
My permanent electroshock,
Would quietened down
But i guess I need more.
Belong
There are nerds writing blogs...
There are goths and emo painting their websites black...
There are hippies showing off their north african rugs and antique guitars...
Which am I?
Really, I should belong to this eighties revival, I grew up back then... use fluorescent green and "Frankie says..." bold fonts.
But then I would have to love indie rock... wait I do.
Guess I dont have the fluorescent boldness to be caged in one style.
I change, I evolve... still I belong.
You need a sun to gravitate, to gain speed and reach your momentum.
It doesn't matter how far you are from your sun.
You feel the warmth, don't you?
Keeps you going.
Keep going.