i have forgotten all
who was i then?
i feel the fury i feel the tempest i feel the storm i feel the furnace i feel the intemperance i feel the compulsion i feel the insanity
the morning hours are here and almost gone, the muse visits. now it is the muse and the angel embracing and disavowing all existence.
obsession.
moments, that is all that there is
there are moments when i could die there are moments when i die
there are moments when i long for you there are moments when i forget you
there are moments...
moments of joy moments of tears moments of nothing moments of all
there are moments of life there are moments of you there are moments of me
there are moments