grain

All the things we could have done

The gifts we had, the moments gone 

Shimmering sand in the sun light

On what has been and what could might

And nothing is something no more

 and something is nothing once more

tricky snare

Internet is a web, and you can be the spider or the fly.

healing

When I was much younger -a child, in fact- I was very ill at the hospital. After the surgery, a doctor told me it was good I was in pain. It meant I will get better.
"Because there can be no healing without suffering" he said.

At times I'm sure he is right, but there are days I think it's just bullshit. The typical phrase people says when things are getting shittier. Like flight attendants that with a fake smile say "everything's gonna be alright" while the fucking plane is going down towards certain death for everyone on board.

From a medical point of view, I know it's true: an open wound hurts like hell, then a lot of physiological responses to the injury make the healing process a painful one, until only scar tissue remains.
But what about minds? What about chest wounds where there is no blood, the ones where your heart feels like dying and you have no more tears to shed? What about the pain of a broken dream? Is it still true? Must you suffer through healing, feel unbearable pain, in order to smile again?
Moreover, scars, of both the body and the soul, still ache years later and phantom pain always remains.

I fear the answer is that only sorrow is certain and we are all damaged goods.

Miserable

(BoJack Horseman)

I dance with them

"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why."
(William Faulkner)

on a loop #2

"One line" - PJ Harvey

Do you remember the first kiss? 

Star shooting across the sky 

To come to such a place as this 

you never left my mind

I'm watching from the wall 

as in the streets we fight 

This world all gone to war 

All I need is you tonight 

And I draw a line 

to your heart today 

to your heart from mine 

A line to keep us safe 

all through the rising sun 

all through the circling years 

You were the only one 

who could have brought me here 

And I draw a line 

to your heart today 

to your heart from mine 

One line to keep us safe 

And I draw a line 

to your heart today 

to your heart from mine 

and pray to keep us safe 

Watch the stars now moving 

across the sky 

Keep this feeling 

safe tonight

noxious talent

Toxic people make being miserable a form of art.
And it's the only thing they are good at.

Baby, please, don't cry

I love you, baby
I really do
That’s why it’s so hard for me
to tell you the truth

But I have to

There are things I regret
but you are none of them
Awful things that I have done
and from them I can’t run

It’s dark inside
is where my demons hide
I have a beast in disguise
and my happiness is its prize

I can’t stay with you
They keep coming after me
and will destroy you too

There are mistakes that I made
because of them now
There are rules that I have to break
but I don’t know how

If I want to stay with you
like I want to
I have to be better than this
now I am no good

There is no one to blame
and no games to be played
Lonely places far away
where I have to stay

It’s dark inside
is where my demons hide
I have a beast in disguise
and my happiness is its prize

It’s cold outside
is where are monsters in plain sight
I have a beast in disguise
and it wakes every time I lie

Baby, please, don’t cry
Baby, please, don’t cry
Baby, please, don’t cry

Sweet Sunday

Your limits

"Your effort to remain what you are is what limits you."

-The Puppet Master

To all who have committed suicide

"On Death" by John Keats

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,

And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?

The transient pleasures as a vision seem,

And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,

And lead a life of woe, but not forsake

His rugged path; nor dare he view alone

His future doom which is but to awake. 

Walking in your shoes

When there's so little of the moon in the sky I feel like I could die But I haven’t tears to cry Baby, I’m dry So brief our joys last where do I start Please world, make it stop I’m giving up I’m falling apart Oh, I’m falling apart The time is going slow everything is passing by an everlasting goodbye The time is running low that’s how it goes When the sky is empty like tonight Seems like there’s no light I could give up the ghost to ruin what matters most I want to disappear and stop holding the wheel Please World, make it stop just forget about me just let me go Oh, just let me go Like I never be never was and never will I want to run away and never come back I can’t hold this weight my heart is turning gray I want to run away and never turn back I can’t hold this weight My heart is fucking drain

My heart is fucking drain!

Caption A

2017 Louis CK's Show is on Netflix now!

Humans

Vi inventate false memorie per ricordarvi la vita che avreste voluto avere.

on a loop

I must admit

I can't explain

Any of these thoughts racing

through my brain

It's true

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

There's something wrong

with this plot

The actors here

have not got

a clue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Mockingbird,

Can't you see?

Little girl's

got a hold on me

like glue

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Throw the ball

to the stick

Swing and miss and a

catcher's mitt

Strike two

Baby, I'm howlin' for you

Coma Empirico

                   

Coma Empirico

X

We have to accept our life

Embrace change 

‘Cause nothing stay the same

Search for our peace of mind

Leaving all the bad things behind

Learn, love and never hate

Accept that we are the only variable 

that needs

 to be 

calculate

R.I.P.

to the Great Barrier Reef

In March 2017, the journal Nature published a paper showing that huge sections of a 500-mile stretch in the northern part of the reef had died in the course of 2016 due to high water temperatures, an event that the authors put down to the effects of global climate change.

http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v543/n7645/full/nature21707.html

Pity

"Miserable people love to make other people miserable.
I don't hate them, I just feel sorry for them."
-Brandi Glanville

The Human Abstract - William Blake

Pity would be no more

If we did not make somebody Poor;

And Mercy no more could be

If all were as happy as we.

And mutual fear brings peace,

Till the selfish loves increase:

Then Cruelty knits a snare,

And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,

And waters the ground with tears;

Then Humility takes its root

Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade

Of Mystery over his head;

And the Caterpillar an the Fly

Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,

Ruddy and sweet to eat;

And the Raven his nest has made

In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea

Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree;

But their search was all in vain:

There grows one in the Human Brain.