"My idea of paradise
is that period just before the sun rises and
I’m at home painting or writing songs
and everything is flowing.
I pray that the sun won’t rise
so I can paint and write for ever. That’s my ideal time."
yeah, such a beautiful time...
sometimes it's not right to cut out the bad parts.
the period just before the sun rises
is the worst part. do not deny.
it's the moment you know the world is
while you haven't seen
your bed for days.
it's the moment you find out
no drugs are left
and you will be searching for left overs
in your coats and bags.
nothing, of course.
it's also the moment
so very clearly
that reality is not gone.
it's still there
in all it's gold glowing beauty.
(Sometimes things are too ugly
to be considered ugly beautiful.)