Silence, silence ...
What are we going to say out loud when all eyes are said? Be quiet, silent ... ", sang in a hat-trick Mimi Nikolova. And now we are silent as thrown into our own prison where the soul seems to continue to prefer fear instead of admitting its no love to the other.
Now we are silent for the demons of doubts in us. Do we look good? How well do we do? Are our gestures, measured words and stupid humor, which is almost different from jokes in the social network?
See that the fish are already jumping on the pan by themselves, waking up the turmoil. We are lying in our own puzzles because the doubts show our curtsy smiles.
The question is how to keep your boyfriend for ten days. Until recently, it was hard to get away from someone's life, it's almost impossible for anyone to get into bed that is big enough for shared love. We even joke with the (not) happiness of being independent, to look happy and, for example, of people who do not want to close their eyes for at least a moment.
Music is an enemy when it provokes counts. Notes and words can kill our entire deceitful world, which has long been out of gravity. Behind every bitterness made in Dubai lies a sadness that words can hardly describe. Light men, tough women - all run wildly between the four walls of their prisons, where the sand is an apple garden, and the boring skyscrapers - homes inhabiting other lonely people. Click!
The metaphor is not accidental. No one is able to stop the mad race in technology, but as we change our anime as a handkerchief, something of our romantic human nature is irretrievably gone. Love is running away from our aspirations. She likes the little, simple things - those who make beauty as it is.
We ask the wrong questions. We run out of the exact answers. We have settled comfortably in our prisons where we command when to be served first, second and third. Delicious food that we do not share with anyone. Photos about a memory that will die with the fucking heart. Eagles from the desert we're staring at to call the memory of real sunshine.
Not that it is a pain for dying. There is nothing unusual about dying. But I still think it's better for you and me to close our eyes between lunch and dinner.
You have no idea what will happen to us ...
See you soon @kalinka
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