Lost Love Lust

Tags: ambition

• beg for your life.

  The adrenaline flows through my veins.
  The coffee twitches in my fingers, the music shakes my synapses.
  I have a date with a heart attack, and it’s not going to be dinner and a movie.
  This spinning machine will make my muscles clean.
  The numbers count down to my defeat, miles per hour the enemy.
  It’s me against myself, the [...]

• a buon intenditor poche’ parole.

  It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and 
  this post pours optimism and mellow smiles.

  But that is what life is, corect?
  A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on.
  Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes?
  Home alone, Italian music plays along with the sweet [...]

• illusory & scarce.

  The roar of the engine secludes itself in the silence of the desert.
  The stars sparkle their way into her glistening eyes, perhaps tears, she leads the car to the side
  of the road.

   The road less traveled, in reality, dementia is welcoming the typical guest.
  Take a polaroid and let yourself go.
  Swallowing the sweet concoction of carbon monoxide and tobacco [...]

• see.

  Her every step hits the ground one after the other.
  As if letting go of each unhappy event occured that day, she runs.
  She has found it.
  The one thing that can actually give her peace.
  Alone in silence, she passed each house, wondering what those people might be doing, if they are happy, or sad, or maybe even [...]