the pieces that i have built up; fragments of pictures that make up the whole, staring back at me through the mirror glass with a raised eyebrow; the hole behind it full of visions of fights and bright lights romanticised through the tame curtain that lies on my real nights. waking in bed full of tiredness, still not dirty enough for you, the dreams are small but the images are vivid and high and green, i lie in a sea of crystals filled with smoke, encapsulating stories of war-torn pretty faces; the war that's ravaging through the minds of this generation, at least we're fighting it together, little dreaming tin soldiers

to go, and to come back, and feel home in all the tips of the world that matter; i don't want to say grateful, but days are full of great gestures, maybe it's finally time for heroes, the ones to wear shiny capes and spit in each other's faces. the wide open sea lies next to me as i roam around this tiny bed of visions on a little paper boat, twelve rude boys on the oars, ready to stir, and the wind spits back at me too, into my tired and dirty eyes just before they close to hang back into their space of flickering sunlight.

kindling slow flickering in fresh night air, crackles sweaty dark misty cannot see much through the music, shapes like spirits flowing down tubes of smoked up refined sweet dreams, dreams so near they seem like memories, memories so far they fade like the faces i want close to me. days are slow and languid and hazy through the sunset blue drooping over the city, and the world too seems far away

i want to start about excitement, but the energy has been so much lately it's blissful to feel fatigue in the flesh, weary wandering winds all around me but just hanging still in the mind as if too scared to move, not dispersing any of the smoke, ash flying about landing everywhere. it's wasteland, but cheerful, and full of sun, memories of old songs and old loves, old and never leaving; the dust looks peaceful in pink sunsets, and the clouds move to their own rhythm, different parties out there yet i don't even mind; i got the best ones to dance with right here within