d e l u s i o n a l

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

“freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey”

Sometimes you are erased before you are given the choice of stating who you are.

Heavy silence, sleep of frightening density.

No one can predict when or where such abysses will swallow people, or when or where they will spit them out.

Haruki Murakami - The wind-up bird chronicle

Haruki Murakami - Kafka on the shore

Through me you pass into eternal pain:

Through me among the people lost for aye.

Justice the founder of my fabric moved:

To rear me was the task of power divine,

Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.

Before me things create were none, save things

Eternal, and eternal I shall endure.

All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

- Dante, Inferno

This picture is actually the artwork from my copy of Dante's Inferno

Lost into existence

If we can forgive what has been done to us . . .

If we can forgive what we've done to others . . .

If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being

villians or victims.

Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

But we still sit here, waiting to be saved. While we're

still victims, hoping to be discovered while we suffer.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

The missing aren't missing, they're only departed,

All minds keep all thoughts - so like gold - closely guarded

What I possess, I see far distant lying,

And what I lost, grows real and undying.

Riggedy riggedy white

Come and spend the night

We'll play some games

Some wild some tame

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Running, running

far away.

Escaping dreams

of yesterday.

No more running