i found u in the white of my fears
it was the feeling of being floating at the heart of nightly skies,
where u, sparkling star, followed me,
not realizing that we'd be immortalized

as much as i could get away,
a dark hole took us a way to the other galaxy

a world alone,
where the rain fills the craters of your face
i flood myself into fright,
when the creek gave me back and asked me to hold you

the feeling has become an addiction,
a secret language
the awkwardness made building,
a concrete denial

without aim to define
i arrest u
i arrest me
at an endless moment

today is my best friend's birthday
and actually i didn't even come here to see her

i was just thinking about when we would ever meet again...

and maybe, i only threw this party for you

apparently, you didn't even like the presents
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lovers are on the couch,
while we are still wild and free and we fly like two butterflies in the salty air

but somehow, it seems like they got lost in space and time

also lost their original colors and recovered themselves in dark aspects and they don't even recognize each other anymore

oh God, i swear i've never seen a blue like yours before
and by that i mean you’re colder than never

the approach of our hands - glasses of whiskey break on the floor -

hold me tight and don't let me get through the door,
cause i'm on fire and i need your ice arms again

would you melt if i kissed you?

my body is under an explosion of countless feelings

it is possible to hear sounds of pain and desire
and i kinda wished you to take me to that ***** bed

but although the air is salty, it still rests under our silence

we spent a long time without talking
and now i want to be closer to you
talk about everything
but how could i do it when "everything" means - you?

you gave me some alcohol drinks in your mouth
i don't even like to drink and i'm not used to get drunk

the funny thing is that that liquor had a reverse effect,
because no other poison would **** me as brutally as your love does.

Peter once asked: which things make you feel something?

And the truth is I’ve been play pretending since quarentine
When I started to believe in a glamourous life

Lillies of the valley, meditation
Behind sunrise filters there’s someone unhappy, black and white
With a dull and wrinkled skin, she hates the sun
She always thought about her vocations
House decorator but she never could do it right
Just like singing, or dancing or even flerting but not like holding a gun

She lives in a small and warm house
Which she always wished the old roof to cave in
No garden, no breath, but death
Never met the green but fell in love with violence
And by that I mean - her mother talks about the path

God, unfriend of mine
Please, let me d-die

I’ve been play pretending since quarentine
When I started to believe in a fitness life

*** with cellulite but not like Jupiter
Curves all over the body but not like the ones on the road
There is hair, but not long enough and strong enough like Rapunzel's - for her men to entrust her with the climb
There are big arms, but not like Anette's because no one would stay in it for that long
There’s no art on her

November 1st 2021, she noticed that she was thinner but she couldn't wear her high waisted pants like she always wanted
Her mother would **** her if she did
So she prayed one more time

God, unfriend of mine
Please, let me d-die

I’ve been play pretending since quarentine
When I started to hide in the night life

‘Don’t trust the moon, she’s always changing’

Peter once asked: which things make you feel something?

So she prayed one more time

God, unfriend of mine
Please, let me d-die