I need some sleep

I need some sleep
I can't go home like this
I try counting sheep
But there's one I always miss

Light

Listen ...

No words ... just sounds ...

"Out by 16 ... "

Out by 16 or dead
in the scene, but together forever.


                 
Lie down!


                 
Lie down!


                 
Thought you were gonna die.


                 
I'm changing ...
full moons have nothing to do with it.


                 
It's like an infection
it works from the inside out.


                 
It's like a virus.


                 
Something is really,
really wrong with me.


                 
I can't be like this.


                 
This is monkshood.


                 
I don't know if you smoke it
or eat it or what,


                 
but I need to try it now.


                 
Ginger!
Please, it's me ... 

Don't slip away ...

There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
I don't believe in God
But I pray for you

Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love

There is something in the way
You're always somewhere else
Feelings have deserted me
To a point of no return
So the light fades out
And you're so close to lose it

Don't you slip away from me
It's you I live for
Don't you leave no
Don't you slip away from me
I'm vulnerable to your love

Fight ...

This was an accident, not the kind were sirens sound, I never even noticed he was suddenly paying attention to me. From the look in his eyes i knew he never felt delicate or innocent, but scared and ready for a fight for survival. It's like life ... still somebody loses cause there's no way to turn around and you have to be ready for anything. Staring at this photograph, with everything now in the past, he looks like he never felt so lonely and I wish that I could show him love.
Random acts of mindlessness, common place, occurrences, chances or surprises, another state of consciousness ... Some animal loses cause there's no way to turn around. Humans play games and play tricks, but they don't even notice that, by their side, someone, something is , hurting, crying or dying. It's a matter of luck ... like a game of pick up sticks played by fucking lunatics.
Fight for animal rights!

Suicide

Have you ever thought about committing suicide? Leaving the world behind ? The sorrow, the pain and fear of the unknown future ... all gone in an instant. Delivering from any human needs and pressure in just one second ... one second. Your cry for help is lost in this lonely world in which you are completely alone and nobody helps you when you're feeling down ... the loneliness is breaking your heart. It would be so simple to go down the stairs of the final way, but the fear of the unknown world beyond, of having nothing, of being nothing keeps you on your designated way and takes away your longing for self-destruction. That is why you will never commit suicide.

"Dreaming ... "

Stand by me and look at me
Sleep next to me and dream about me
No use to remember everything that's been
Because all that was is now gone.
Sing with me and listen to me
Cry for me and rescue me.
It's not hard to think that you are me
And my desire is yours.
Turn off the light and light me
Rip from you, make me whole


Stop my dreaming and wake me up.

Lyrics by Vita de Vie - Visare (english transcript)

"They"

Cluj, Romania, Europe, 2006.
I found them sitting on a bench. Waiting ... for nothing. People didn't notice them, but that's okay, because they didn't notice other people. They were waiting ... it doesn't matter for what, they already knew it was too late. Just the endless procession of minutes, hours, days... Who knew how many days they sat there ? ... Maybe the dog, always happy to see them. They left me to my darkest lesson, that in the end, we are alone, and there is nothing but the cold, dark wasteland of eternity.Zalau, Romania, Europe, 2006.
I found him behind the dirty blocks of flats of my neighborhood, among dirt, garbage and misery. I knew him ... didn't knew his name, but his face was familliar to everyone. He's been here for a long time, but his mind was far away. "Mentally challenged" they say... living his perfect little life in his own little perfect world. He didn't knew i was there, watching him ... he didn't care. He was looking for something. Scattering the dead leaves, empty plastic containers and dirt, he was looking for something. I'll never know what ... Whatever happened to him I do not know. He goes on, day by day, night by night. His spirit of preternatural flesh. Detached. Unchangeable. Empty.

Love, ash and cancer

Life ... it starts, it ends, and you have nothing to do about it. Like cancer ... Don't smoke!