Everything starts with a vibration
small
it increases, at that moment the trance of my sanity reaches the climax and I ...
wake up !!
I often look at repetitive movements , it helps me
.... calms me !!
but it doesn't last long I have to get up ..
and it never attracts good things ...
They say that the synthesis of a dialogue is to start with the presentation
um I try to establish dialogue with my mind but the memories
Always fool my reason
and I prefer to try to turn off my mind
I've been told that I'm unbalanced ...
I prefer to think that people don't know what balance is
lose .. litter, contain, repeat or accumulate
Humm balance
GO FUCK
They have sex, go to college, have kids
buy a car ... pass the contest .. This is balance
Normal life ... normality is just a fear
Fear of what may be different, ... fear of the absurd of not being right
intolerance makes you not consume the different ...
You swallow a normal life
Silence
I already searched
But tranquility unbalances me
Why ? You ask what do you think?
She is empty
The inhalation kit of the project citizen of good
Sometimes I prefer to leave. I withdraw from what they call tranquility, comfort
I tear open the cloak of self-censorship, taking on my disturbing unease
I see things spinning, I feel that the turbulence persists.
I hear the echo of the questions that should be answered
Should I care?
I need to know if this is all real, I want to know
if I can still see
It makes sense to take life seriously in such an unconscious society
people think they have control over what they do
they think they are free when in fact they are dominated by their fears
slave to your habits
when they do not act on survival instincts, they act on impulse and imbalance.
They prefer to live in a big lie!
This is balance ... this is sanity
Maybe taking on the madness ... is more
Liberator
I'm glad I'm not unlucky, I have my convictions
but the only one I keep at the moment is my routine
Repetition Doesn't bring me agony, because inside it I know I'm alive
Show me how you can do this trick
the one who makes me scream ... the one who makes me laugh
I promise you that when it happens I will run away ...
I will run away with you
The path of my daydreams is not short Am I on the verge of an outbreak?
Am I losing my mind? Will I care about the loss?
Despite the pain
Wouldn't it be liberating ... ??
Despite the pain
Just the pain