folding chair

Come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

Let’s get a silver bullet trailer and have a baby boy
I’ll safety-pin his clothes all cool and you’ll graffiti up his toys
I’ve got a perfect body, though sometimes I forget
I’ve got a perfect body cause my eyelashes catch my sweat
Yes, they do, they do…

Now i’ve been sitting on this abandoned beach for years
Waiting for the salty water to cover up my ears
But every time the tide come in to take me home
I get scared, and I’m sitting here alone
Dreaming of the dolphin song…

Maybe one day you will understand
I don’t want nothing from you but to sweetly hold your hand
Till that day just please don’t be so down
Don’t make frowns, you silly clown

Just come and open up your folding chair next to me
My feet are buried in the sand and there’s a breeze
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes
And the sea is just a wetter version of the skies

There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes…
There’s a shadow, you can’t see my eyes…


Regina Spektor

to fly against

there was the bird
there was the wind
and the sky-gazer
wondered what the trees were saying

and the bird flew
and the wind blew
from where the bird was going

the winds would stop
but the waiting not
of whom for the bird was flying

and he reached home
crossing walls unknown
for he knew it was worth trying


the mirage

one conversation

mild One : So, how are we today?
(the spirit)

the mirage : Poor?
(the mind)

mild One : Why so?

the mirage : I've realised that i am no one's priority.

mild One : Why is that a problem?

the mirage : Everyone is someone's first priority. Everyone has someone as their first priority.

mild One : What does that mean?

the mirage : Priority. If i am not someone's priority they can choose not to have time for me.

mild One : Ouch. But how many times have we done that to others?

the mirage : Oh! Yes. Many a time.

mild One : Ha! See?

the mirage : But i have never done that to someone to whom i thought i was the first priority.

mild One : Oh! That is so bad.

the mirage : I feel like i have never been sadder than now. I just love it.

mild One : You love it?

the mirage : Yes. Absolutely. I feel powerless and it is making me crave all the more for power.

mild One : Are you really sure you are no one's priority? First priority, i mean.

the mirage : Yep. Let me see...No, Nope, No, No.... No one's.

mild One : Is that all?

the mirage : Possibly.

mild One : Possibly? This word seems so worldly.

the mirage : Why so?

mild One : Worldly. World. The word that defines the line between the possible and the impossible. That is why they say Everything is possible in this world. There are other things that are impossible, relative to this world or rather to the people. One has to come out of this world to do these things.

the mirage : What if i prefer to do neither?

mild One : Well, that is quite another case. We cease to exist. We do not have possibilities. Why can't i...

the mirage : So now, what do i do? I'm no one's priority.

mild One : Cease the opportunity. You are not answerable to anyone. Make use of this time. Turn the chessboard around.

the mirage : That sounds swell.

mild One : You are all fired up then, aren't you?

the mirage : Yeah, wish i could burn away.