janini’s lair

* "I hate tangerine. Go figure."

" Sometimes, late at night [I] wake up and on a sea of silence hears the ship creak, adrift, [miserable in its fragile solitude] with its cargo of [emotions and responsibilities]."     - Napier, 1972

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I wanna break free.

I wanna wake up.

No longer do I feel desolate. I am just tired of complaining.

Inside of me a thousand question haunts…Inside of me the wolves are lurking…inch by inch they get nearer…I know they’re gonna get me If noboby will wake me up.

I wanna brerak free.

I wanna wake up.

You’re that someone who makes me feel like trash.

Yet you also make me weak with bliss.

In my lair I feel secure.

In my lair I found a refuge.

It felt like a faint blow of wind would shatter me..

It’s frightening.

It’s liberating.

I clinged. I called. I whined. I cried.

Yet in the end, all I have is myself.

I wanna break free.

I wanna wake up.

We are nothing but strangers trapped in this chaotic world.

The world is nothing more than what I think it is to be.

Thus, I’ll fill it up with sanguine thoughts…

Wishing that with every smile, my woes would fade away.

Hoping that with every laugh, the melancholy would go away.

I wanna break free.

I wanna wake up.

Hoping that in the end you’ll be nothing but a dim trace from my past.

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