There is a starman, living in the sky, he thinks he know us and that he will blow our minds.





I suppose sub conciously, I have not been blogging on purpose.

With msn wonky the past couple of hours, I finally got down to writing something.

But its now almost 6 in the morning and I have been sitting here infront of my screen since 5.

I have smoked a couple of smokes, chugged down a can of pepsi and am now on a glass of ligonsaft from ikea.

usually, with such mind probing substances, I would be bursting at the seams with thoughts to pen down.

But not tonight.

Everything I feel like putting down, just doesnt seem suitable for consumption. Its odd.


you know what, I'd just end here.

and oh, i got a magazine/ website/ blog writing gig that pays a few dollars.
lets hope it works out.

I dont know your face no more.

or feel the touch, that I adored.

We might as well be strangers in another time.

We might as well be living in a different world.

We might as well.

We might as well be strangers now.

I dont know your thoughts these days.

We are strangers in an empty space.

I dont understand your heart.

Its easier, to be apart.

We might as well be strangers.

For all I know, all of you now.

But still, if you murmur, sigh, point or just ask.

and if no one is beside when your soul embarks, I will follow you into the dark.