Writers meet in the dark

Writers meet in the dark
A psychologist needs a psychologist
A philosopher told me so…
So do writers my friend, they need other creatures from their own hells to enjoy crazyness together

I’m talking to you
With the monotone voice I chose specially for tonight
In the dark
Streets lend us some lights
A cigarette from a guy in the street
The lighter from the waitress of that bar
we walk until we get to your car
you’re scaring me with the questions you ask
so I start talking
telling you some theories that could answer it all

lesson 1, love… is that …
there is no good, no bad
there is dangerous and we all are…. dangerous

every day you become someone else
appreciating what you did
criticizing who you were
doubting about who you'll be
blab la blaaa
we're all aiming with no stable targets
all he knows and thinks, the man forgets
all he thinks changes
life is…. as good as it gets
we're all kids on a playground
and I'm scared of the other kids
cause I know
they should be scared of me...
I'm doing stuff
and I don't know
what I want
and sometimes
I don't want anything
Some days I'm too young
some days I'm old and heavy
on some natural ecstasy moments i want it all
and quite often I just stop walking
I mean... love… I already have it all, don’t I?
I only see what's missing
I'm lovin in silence some strangers trespassing in my life
I am steelin their souls from them or I borrow from them
I dream some nights
and dreams are truer than truth sometimes
I dream about being with them
they say what I make them say
they act as I want them
but it gets boring
so I erase'em and meet new ones to nourish my nightly heaven
I am impressed, I must say, of how much I can hate
I am impressed how obsessed I can get
I am impressed how mean I can be without showing it
How desperate women get ! how amaizing “she” is…
Life is hidden in extremeness boy
Living in the equilibrium is waiting for time to stop running
Time will stop eventually but.. I think you wouldn’t want that
That… can be boring.
I’m not sure about the colors I’ll see, the silent I’ll hear
I’m impressed, how painful it is to be a lost angel
Like … everyone else
It’s scary how nice people can end up being dangerous…
Everyone is nice.
Everyone is dangerous.
once you know this you know it all !
open your ears and your eyes…
cause there never… there is never no surprise
how much you should open your heart?
that's the tricky question… be stupid.. open it time to time
breathe and let it beat...
listen to the song I told you
and go to sleep
invite some friends into your dreams
smile meaninglessly
it’s weird and it can be mysterious,
mysterious can look sexy to the superficial ones
it’s a win-win situation
being yourself and finding new healthy souls to st.. borrow
I gotta go.
Don’t call me tomorrow.