To pretend no one can find

The fallacies of morning rose

Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes …

Covered by the blind belief

That fantasies of sinful screens

Bear the facts …

Who am I, what and why

‘Cause all I have left

Is my memories of yesterday …

Scattered seeds, buried lives

Mysteries of our disguise revolve

Circumstance will decide

Nobody loves me

It’s true

Not like you do …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=m1KqZwxZEm8

Portishead – Sour sour times

People talk of “social outcasts.” The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a “social outcast” from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.

– Osamu Dazai – No Longer Human

By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands … hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one flesh is waiting, there is electricity in the merest contact.

– Wallace Stegner –