“When he gave up [Pink Floyd] he took up painting again for a bit, but he never enjoyed it. He didn’t really have a sense of direction. He used to lie in bed every morning, and I would get this feeling like the wall between our rooms didn’t quite exist, because I’d know that Syd was lying in bed thinking, ‘What do I do today? Shall I get out of bed? If I get out of bed, I can do this, and I can do that - or I can do that, or I could do that.’ He had the world at his feet, all the possibilities, and he just couldn’t choose. He had great problems committing himself to any action. As for committing himself to doing anything for any length of time - he was the kind of person who’d change in the middle. He’d set off, lose his motivation, and start questioning what he was doing - which might just be walking down the street.”
— Duggie Fields on Syd Barrett
Today is one of those days.. Where the rain pelts on my window.. the sky is gray as my inner feelings and emptiness slowly spreads out of my body. lonely and lost in the past..
I feel sorry for those i hurt, for the one i really love(d).. For all the ones i was cruel to before i met the person who saved and changed my life..always fighting for love and cared more for others as for itself.. Showed me who i really am… i feel sorry for all the pain we have been through..
& i always used to run away.. Didnt want to face the truth.. if i do its too much pain to handle.
im still running away all day with the illusion everything is alright.
I wish my heart could let you go.. will wake up with peace. realize that you were gone and its okay..
But those rainy days.. Are made to throwback.
There was nothing beautiful about how it ended.
I’m not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it…