Permanent. Ocean blue. Stick and stones. Puzzle for birthday.

I blame you " Pig who wanted to be eaten" to put me in this position to show the pink elephant in the room. The elephant looks like an orange bird when you press it become so huge that destroys everything around. And what about my unicorn in this position? Is he it? Or just the horse that starts the story and when you asked a girl: " How the horse looks like? " She says: " It is a unicorn". How you should react.

"Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses."

The little one wants to be called like that. Wants a candy now and the brown pot with a food left waiting in the kitchen. But Mrs. Drama can not get the little one that. It needs to take out freedom, to leave chaos. To give no mercy, just nightmares that little one can be caught on the corner.

Alone at 3 at night? Non. I have me. I understand me. I understand my wish. I understand my thoughts. I understand my body. My mind. My heart. My belly. My butterflies. My eyes. My flesh. Egoist-individualist.

She said. Lion. Somebody else. Let me know you. Little bird whispered to me. Furious. Spectrum.

Have you ever made a lie that made you make one more? Your soul was feeling so weak, but adrenaline was going in to your brain saying to move more, to do more, to be real you more. The bad you.

To spend everything you have, that you build after the years. It makes the house. It should


Spoke about how time is passing fast and thinking how i am little to be able to handle the pressure to stand tall. The heat hits the brain, when the degress comes and hits more. When one thing is left to sit at balcony and wait until after half an hour you have to pretend in the mood.

- Girls have needs too. - But there is a reason you are called ladies.


"No man really becomes a fool until he stops asking questions."

Yummy. Blackberries. Fluffy and dirt. Mother tongue.

Always was thinking that opposite attracts and it is still true, but it feels so comfortable when there is something in common. Not speaking about liking the same music, food, movies, we are not those children. We are little flirt kids who goes to the same place, pass by in same space, giving the pen to a hand and moment literally stops, you start to shiver like a ghost just went through you, brrr.

Pretender.

Started running again. Some put there anger by shouting on others, i punish myself. I have been very bad girl. Faster and faster, then can not walk for few days, but my sins are forgiven.

"True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment."

The pleasure is a process, but if it is endless, the result is forbiden fruit, what does it mean?