porcelain earth
head to the future
ears to the past
noise in the present
press the head upon my shoulder
and wish i could cry
but i can't
and then the porcelain is already tightened, rough, and lonely
..:)) si de altfe sunt o fata vesela
fara voia mea
instabilitate nepotolita, versatilitate, ciclotimie insuportabila si cu neputinta de refuzat
cu desavarsire vulnerabila, o vulnerabilitate care nu cedeaza pozitia, se tine puternica pe picioare incat devine mirabila pt mine si cred ca si pt altii
e doar un soi de masochism.
