live inconspicuously
die inconspicuously
if you haven’t got the baggage to last a thousand years
then you just die
but some people have baggage for a thousand years
and can never die
If it was each to their own
suum cuique
then there wouldn’t be music
at least we share the wind
and the wind is free
but you have to make an effort that is outside the free market anyway
i feel like a fricking clown of grandiosity and tragedy
they always go wauw wauw wauw do something it maaaaaaaaan
jesuz holy FUCK
the ghosts
antimuse of gravity
that pull everything down and turn chairs
resound through mediums of injustice irrational voices
crack houses with their mists clouds claws
tap windows randomly
how beautiful would it be
after death
to see the anguish of the world
and their fears
and their pains
and their melancholy
and it all shrivels
because they didn’t listen
? ? ? ? ? ? ?
i eventually want that peace
so i don’t have to bear humans
and they can rot
as i rot
—tristitia languorem
Flommist Tristitia Languorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Belgium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copyright © 2019 Tristitia Languorem. Painting source.
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