Neil Halstead – Wittgenstein’s Arm

A Warm, inviting bed.

A roof over the head.

 

Full stomach.

Empty brain.

 

Yellow light.

Quiet night.

 

Right songs.

Simple Life.

 

Beholding view of this soulful, dead, silent road at sight.

Black tea, a peaceful, mellow date — with my — s.e.l.f.

And at last;

Slowly. Surely. In the process of self-revision, self-examination and self-correction.

Unbecoming. Becoming — the man than I was yesterday.

 

p.s. Thanks for the song dai!