Fink Thoughts

"The things that keep us apart, keep me alive
And the things that keep me alive, keep me alone

I didn't notice anything different
I didn't even notice"

- Fink, 'This is the thing'

Sometimes it Seems it Follows me Home

Sometimes, yet not always,
It creeps behind me as I walk past my door.

Unusual, yet expected,
It shadows in the corner speaking in between each thought.

I can see it, I can feel it.

I've been accused of manipulation.
I've been accused of greed.
It's not the first time.

Why does my confidence portray such behavior?
Haven't I made it clear that what I aim for is my tribal need?

You are not the first, and surely not the last.

Accursed it follows me home.
Unable to lose the trail for this unwanted actor in my scene.

Faithless to see it go away.

Drop the curtain, end the act?
Why?

In the end I will remain exactly where I stand now.
But I least, I will know I tried.

Beautiful and Untouchable

Today I lit up a candle in your name...

Beautiful and untouchable.

How come my own will
is the one that detains me
from bringing forth my passion for you?

For you...

Beautiful and untouchable.