Radiohead - Fake Plastic Tree

I live in a town where trees never turn red in autumn. Everything in this town doesn’t seem real to me. I feel like I might have made from a rubber like others; a butcher in the farmer market, plum or peach, rib or sirloin, tulip or sunflower, they are all made from rubber. The person who came to this town with me is not actually synthetic, but his soul is a cracked polystyrene. The only thing in this town that seems real to me is a tree. This town is not that cold and we never have a sunny day here, (maybe the sun is also plastic), which means in autumn there will never be bright red leaves here, no need to produce sunscreen for the dull light from the fake sun. This is the most logical thing that ever happen in this shit hole. It’s just like I’m the only soul stuck in a snow globe on some forgotten shelf, but replace that white shimmer thing to infinite brown leaves.

MEW - Comforting Sounds

I have mentioned that living plastic human, he is not actually that useless; he can sing. He can make the most peaceful voice I could ever find, at least in this house. Sometimes staring at the fade wooden wall and some brown leaves that carried into this house through the miserable looking window by the late autumn wind makes me want to cry, but his voice can save me. It’s like a paraffin lamp. Whenever the storm is coming in, the teak cupboard is creaking, I rely on his voice. But as I said, his soul is made of plastic. He doesn’t always sing. He said he would, but in the world of plastic, promise does not exist.

Arctic Monkeys - Love Is A Laserquest

Do you remember that spring years ago when we used to live the world where sunflowers were made of Carbon and Nitrogen? I do remember. It  ‘s tattooed on my medial temporal lobe, gleaming solid white gold. I was sitting at the terrace in front of my house, looking at the infinite fields of sunflower. It was one of the best moment in my life maybe because there were you in it, and you turned it in to the most painful moment in my life by leaving it just like that. That golden tattoo turned into the 10-year-old printed photos, it’s faded, tainted with brown stain on the trim, and would never be alive again. I should have known that. In the process of making tattoos, needles break the skin in order to put an ink into my skin. It’s jet black in the first few days. I feel my tattoo is alive but in the end it’s just dots, lines, and planes, faded but forever becomes a part on my body. 

Regina Spektor - No Surprises (Radiohead Cover)

Again, I sit in this same old room with no light turning on. I can’t even see the wooden wall here. There are fireflies outside in the garden (if you don’t mind I’m calling a wasteland around my house full of weeds a garden, then it is a garden). Those glowing yellow-green things are so alive they make me feel alienated. It’s like this room is a portal to some balloon of oblivion, except there is blood pouring out from my belly. I can only feel that liquid on my skin and my damp t-shirt. It doesn’t hurt. It can’t be seen (too dark in here to see anything anyway). The only source of light are those fireflies. The bleeding never stops. Imagine that balloon is the 8-second-gif on tumblr you cannot stop staring at it, only this time you are that gif.

Tame Impala - Yes I'm Changing

I live in a house at the end of the alley. When I was moving into this house it was winter. It’s like I was looking into a black and white photo that pull the contrast bar to the far left. I’m done living in a dull place, especially when that dull place does exist in a spring time. When the first sign of spring came, I painted my house in pale lavender. I put a little Daffodils bed in front of my house which is what makes my pale lavender house becomes a perfect home in this time of the year. 

I have many lovely neighbours, except that girl in a long raven-black hair. Her face looks like it’s made of plastic. I see something in her deep brown eyes, like stars when I’m looking from some big city, the sky is not that dark but the spark is so hard to see. Actually, I feel like I’m seeing my past self.

Tomorrow I’m going to invite her to a tea party at my home and give her some daffodil bouquet.