I want you slow.
Floating on other people’s thoughts. Drifting through their hearts. Touching their shirts. Living to their beats. Fighting their demons. And then waking up, for good.
Listening to: Rampa & Re.You feat. Kissey “Say My Name”
Turn this all around behind us.
Moments. Voices. Guitars. Hearts. Walls. Boys. Tumbling around. Kisses in the dark. Hours. Days. Weeks. And the blinding sun.
Listening to: Yeah Yeah Yeahs “Turn Into”
Black stars, beating hard.
There’s water drizzling on your shoulders. A hole in the roof. Steps on the upper floor. Faint light on the walls. Soft hair on your neck. Black stars in your eyes. Let them all come in to take you.
Listening to: Light Asylum “Skull Fuct”
Ce soir, disons chez moi.
The smell of the morning. The light of winter. The thoughts of madness. The laughter of yesterday. The music of lost memories. The tears of tomorrow. The sound of your voice.
Listening to: Peter Doherty “Last Of The English Roses”
We dance to all the wrong songs.
Make them skinny. Let them jump around in my room. Help them splash paint at my walls. Amplify their screams, rip their jeans to shreds, feed them red meat, wipe away their blood. My nightmares have never been better.
Listening to: Refused “New Noise”
I might not come back home.
Going down to the beach. Playing around in the sand. Dancing naked on the rocks. Touching soft skin. Laughing like crazy. Hippie me, hippie you.
Listening to: Beach Fossils feat. Jack Tatum “Out In The Way”
Freeze frame screen kiss.
She noticed the delay when she entered the room. Outside and inside worlds, two seconds apart. People shuffling, people falling, people moving their mouths. Dead calm in her ears. Are you talking to me.
Listening to: Bauhaus “She’s In Parties”
Curl my hair and eye lash.
Anchors on pale skin. Red eyeshadow. Smudgy lips. Wild hair. Messy thoughts. Familiar feelings. Jangly guitars. There’s a reverb on your voice. And a promise in your bra.
Listening to: Sonic Youth “Little Trouble Girl”
To come over me.
Waiting. For the shit year to pass. For phone calls. For kind words. For hugs’n’kisses. For their hearts to burn. For something to happen. Waiting. Never ever again.
Listening to: Twinnie “Waiting For My Love”
See into the trees.
Rehearsing. Falling on your knees. Cursing the speakers. Bloody fingers. Dusty hair. Inhale. Exhale. Autorepeat.
Listening to: The Cure “A Forest”
