Cold feet

Cold feet, warm heart
So many planes yet never took flight like this before
Not trying to disrupt, but not trying to land
This has all been theory until now

- Sleeps

Secret

Please don't forgive me for my thoughts
I am unashamed of them
I want to know everything about you including your secrets
I want to be one of your secrets
As I have none
And without a secret.... (Perhaps we become nothing)

Please don't forgive me for my actions
I am unashamed of them
I want to watch your every movement
I want to drive your movement
As I do not move
And without movement I am but a paper weight
Not a statue nor a pillar.

Not a paper weight... I am an unread book
An unread book I plan to burn when I am done writing.

- Sleeps

Sip

With a sip of whiskey
I'm thrown back into history
My history
Existential dispare
Dispare
Dispare
Becomes compare
Becomes companion
I'm so thankful for

- Sleeps

Be not

Don't hug him to show me
I couldn't give a fuck if you're available
You're not important to me at this point
You're a thought among many that may or may not take hold
And taking hold is a process
A process with a long list of distractions and hierarchical filtering. A filtering you will be highly susceptible to.
If you want to remain you have to 'be'... And you look like more of a concept.

I respect any culture that enables people to sit alone in quiet reflection.
People seem to be nothing without people... Which is ashame.

- sleeps

Cheers, George

Cheers George
Thanks for smoking and covering your whole mouth with your hand while doing so
Thanks for tearing up when I left for Chicago
And thanks for remembering me when I switched off the accent
It's easy to grieve when your conscious has no clue what's happening.
It's like the polar opposite of jumping out of a plane
Screaming out of disbelief is a non sequitur when your sub conscious is seasoned in these affairs.
But focus really takes a hit
It's like your soul takes over and indirectly let's you know nothing is worth your focus
Wondering aimlessly and starring at nothing is a much more affective use of time...
And maybe it is when you have nothing to show for your time from the numbers game you've been playing
The pointlessness strangely enough brings a smile to the face
... It reminds me of the great reveal experienced long ago
And reminds me it's all just a game
... So let's play, George
Let's Play

- sleeps

Metal bird

I try to be a simple guy.
But not sure my mind will allow me

Things are always so beautiful from afar
Like a nervous system
Lit up and glowing into the dark fabric of matter
We circle and glide down to earth like an industrial, metalic, but majestic bird
At first smooth and slow, to then swoop closer to the chaotic nature of the earth.
I imagined myself as a pedestrian and how insignificant I'd become not knowing anything of the ineffable experiences above the clouds.
My journey, not so much of distance, but of mind... Or lack there of.
I recall my youth and how I would gaze into material things and extract philosophy and meaning.
These days finding nothingness and peace.
These days interaction on auto pilot
These days replacing thought with chatter
These days... Could be days of the past or future or stuck on loop... I wouldn't know if there were not a calendar view next to the email tab.
When the fuck am I going to start doing something of meaning again?

- Sleeps

Sat night

A dark place to come and find things you don't want
A late night to consciously look for dreams.
I don't know why
                            We operate in mazes
Some of us just like stairs.

- Sleeps