For a minute there, I lost myself

To shut up those soreheads wipe the floor with the brats who are feeding my mind you talk to the spirit in the rear of my head you keep her awake you drag my body along In not falling asleep various sorrows spread through my whole chest something unspeakably fragile breaks deep inside me I hear you from the inside of my ears Cross my whole body Take place in the little black point of my eyes It doesn’t affect me It doesn’t bother me It’s a matter of time A series about being ‘lost’ without crossing the border of ‘desperately lost’ Presented in a cinematic style. I take the viewer along on tour in my car overnight. The images tell what I feel and see during my nocturnal wandering. When I escape from reality.