These steps I’m stepping,
These breaths I’m breathing,
My heart keeps breaking,
I keep crashing.
These words I’m mouthing,
These kisses I’m not kissing,
I keep forgetting
The notions I’m expecting.
These trials of mine
Are drowning in the wine
I forgot to drink last night.
I might as well have my last fight.
Orasul cu lumini spalate
De zeci si mii de pacate
Deschide usi si-nchide minti,
Te mesteca si te ingroapa langa sfinti.
Nici nu mai stii de unde vii,
Pe unde ti-ai lasat avantul nu mai stii.
Dar stii c-ai ingropat si vise, si parinti,
Si i-ai lasat gramada, scrasnind din dinti.
N-ai timp de ganduri si de tine,
Lumina se inchide inauntru si e bine.
Ai si uitat de mortii din morminte,
Iar gandurile tale-s doar cuvinte.
My life in brackets,
Cause who’s to say
That adding the suffering
And substracting the pain
Is the way to do it
To end it all?
I have no square root
And no limits,
But please, divide me as you wish,
Into white little bits
Of mathematically indulged non sense.
petals of steam, petals of shame,
who says that i’m the one to blame
for all the rises and the sets,
for all of the forgetten debts
of life and dream and tears and rain,
should i be sorry? am i to blame?
I forgot how to smell like Poison,
And I forgot I have to make plans.
My soul is broken, my soul is frozen,
There’s nothing but void between my hands.
I lost my scent, I lost my power.
I got nothing to devour.
Inside my mouth there’s only words,
And who will help me win the wars?
The tickle of the sounds so deep,
Now I feel damn incomplete.
I need some taste that isn’t cheap,
I need your Poison, loud and sweet.
under the fire,
under the rut,
inside desire,
inside my gut,
i’m telling you not,
not to forget,
i have no more doubt,
i have no more debt.
over the trees,
over the salt,
outside the freeze,
outside the fault,
i’m telling you to
never forget,
i have no more cloud,
i have no more threat.
Well, it’s hard to live a balanced life when music isn’t what it was before, and when movies are not here for your pleasure, but for work purposes, so at least I have my make up on and I guess that could be considered a win.
Starting with last year, I became somewhat obsessed with make up and other girly stuff like that, so I managed to gather quite the collection. But this collection isn’t worth your time or my words, so I’ll just leave it here, for bragging purposes only.
I hate how this time of the year makes me feel so weird, sometimes it feels like spring, but other times it just feels awful. I am swimming in a sea of mixed feelings and I’m not sure if I like it or not. Mostly, I hate it, but one can never be too sure.
I find it hard to come up with a conclusion, so I guess today words are meaningless.