things get unreal, home gets unreal, things are like already memories, people are momentary figures belonging to momentary's scenery that never ends... stays within a loop, a constant repetition with small variables, changes of look.
home gets old, things get unreal, memories are just things, ephemeral material things.
figures belong to faces, voices i forget, voice s i repeat,
to have nothing is to have too much, get rid of stuff might be addictive, make's me sick and unavoidable.
fake is real, there was never a cake, songs are an hiperlink... shared without seen.
real is fake, cakes where unsafe, toxic illusions,
awakening happens during the awakenes.. during the day.
then forgoten when sleep,
sleep is something i don't remember, sometimes i think that if you don't remember something is because it never happened... or like it.
sleep time gets unreal, awakeness might not be a real word, things are like people, they hold an expiration date.. hidden kind of invisible...
voices we forget, we never really do. ephemeral gets unreal, things we remember are stronger when we forget... momentay cities, streets, bars and door keys.
home gets old as things and people, shared with each other, nonsense when awake, enlightening when drunk.. same old story.
bikes show loyalty, movies are in the past. ignorance keep's me on track, track is unreal, stays within a loop, a constant repetition with small variables, changes of look
tomorrow you should call, decide something, forget something, destroy something, unsee something.
things get unreal, money gets unreal, things are like memories. fake most of the time