






That was New York above there.
And here is Milan below here.



I left a huge part of my life behind in 2009. And yes shit, I ain't gonna go back to those old moves. Lessons learnt, mistakes done, hurdles returned, people are dumb.
I need new excitements, new joys, new goals and decisions. I need a drive. I can feel it, the energy bursting from beneath, I can feel so much energy, but there is no way of channeling it to.
I feel so trapped in this body, so clustered by the world. So prevented and pressured. It makes me feel small all over again.
I really am fearful for what 2010 holds for me. I know. The word fear is the first thing that comes into my mind every time I try to look forward into this year. Yes, Fear. Changes. Big changes are about to happen. Do I fear change? As far as the John I know, he doesn't. In fact, he anticipates changes all the time. However, this is new territory. New beginnings, New Life. But isn't that what he wants? New Life, new start, new. ALL NEW. But all he is blinded with is uncertainties, innate innocence and the pressings for a new start. All he sees are only but of irritable baby steps. But isn't it all about it? Isn't it all about starting from the line. Behind the line. Before. Earlier. Formerly. Heretofore.
Who will ever understand this mind? Truly. Who will ever want to understand this mind? I need to be gosh-darn inspired again. I need meaning again. I need a purpose to all this shit. Who will give one to me? I'm tired of looking at countless objects of preposterous size, blobbing their way in this world with meaningless duties and futile attempts to dazzle a victim. I am not amused by their ways. Neither am I by mine. I need an inspiration that will last. I need to breath once more.
Here goes the mask once again. "latches checked, locks checked, password forgot, keys thrown-away, heart stopped"
-jOhN "breathless" LiM-
PS: I'm becoming a monster now, ain't I? :) Amaze me..