westid

flyin away on the wind, goin out to nowhere. no secrets, no dreams, no hope. stood in front of you all and we got to watch the fuckin birdie. there is no room in my heart for shame. i changed my shape so you don’t recognise me any more, but it doesn’t build on anything you couldn’t recognise in the first place

i went through, into. one or a couple minds survive only in mine now, we became something new. there’s not really any signpost knocking about to remind you. i leaked this diary to a few people, because when you have a big enough light then the most faithful will certainly be able to find you … shine through

memory has lots of holes in it because i was busy hibernating, asleep. there are people still around to me, but for you they’ve been long gone when i ask about for someone i’m trying to see

not everything burned to the ground, some of you stopped burning and run away. you run past cold reminders of when there were no more people to fuck around, steal things off, and listen back your lies to say. i look into all of your piss take and see beside your beauty – not the fool there was for me to enable away – but the anger and the compulsively lying monster that was never going to burn off in the inhaler pipe, that you would always have been anyway

whether or not it occurred to you that i was never going to be temporary, now i’m free. from you and whatever nowadays you look like you’re trying to be. you can run forever and ever and fall away from the face if you tried to climb. all my climbing buddys cut their own rope just to save me from all that you are. i cried out for their sacrifice, but they knew their hope was well placed in me by far. i have their souls levitating my hope, because i gave them love. and now they’re gone, they keep me up, and not long now when i’ve reached the top – i will let you know what you look like from up above – as you traverse the same map, in an arbitrary route, you can keep the blood pumping but deep in your heart there is no love