20/4 - Idiotiska metaforer bara bubblar i mig.
Haha, vad dumt. Tittade egenom gamla bloggar. Hittade dessa små textrader jag skrev i desperation om uppmärksamhet. Totalt idiotiskt, mycket lättare att bara stänga skiten inom sig och förtränga det. Fungerat hittills iaf.
And now, you are happy enough to see that, without all of them, you can fly.
Blue, as the sky, and as you eyes, you can finally realize how free you are.
i love you, again, from my toes
i dont want to be here anymore
i have no tears to share with the rest of the world
i don't want to be here anymore
why can't i just be where you are, my beloved?
where are you?
i want to be there
i dont want to be here anymore.
I hate you, my prince, for that you cannot be there for me when I cry.
I hate you my sweet, for that you cannot reply every time I scream your name.
I hate you, my darling, for that you cannot hold me until I fall asleep.
I hate you, my love, for that you cannot love me back.
