Before you move
Your lips to speak,
To make me weak.
Before you turn,
Your eyes to close,
And let me kiss your nose.
Before you think,
Just sigh and breathe,
And cut me with your teeth.
Before the after,
Just the rain,
I’ll leave nothing but the pain.
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.
Let me tell about TV shows, cause I happen to know a thing or two abou the subject. You’re given Lost Girl, one of the most campiest and funniest TV series ever, almost on the first place out there with Buffy and all that.
In Lost Girl you have friendship, and love, and betrayal, and alliances, and mystery, and family, and it’s so much fun, and annoying, and confusing, it’s got to be the best (or, at least, one of the best) TV shows there is!
Last night I watched, no… I enjoyed the newest stuff from Lost Girl, and boy, it was awesome! It started off so weird, and I was pissed and amazed at the same time. Lots of WTF moments.
And let me tell you something. This is what TV is all about. To scare you and thrill you, to make you want more. To get out of one episode all confused, only to clarify it all at the end of the season.
With Lost Girl I sometimes don’t know what’s happening. The universe of this show is so complex and so tangled, it’s doesn’t resemble any mythology in particular, but it’s more like a patchwork of these many stories from different cultures, so you never know what to expect.
OK, I admit, the actors are not the greatest, but they manage to pull off at least decent performances in this show. The story beats everything, though. And oh my God, do I love Kenzi!
Actually, no, don’t do that. I come from this magical place, where people are not up in each others’ butt, so maybe, just maybe, seeing that someone is friends with some other someone I barely know isn’t an open invitation to „add” them to my social network.
As I child/teen, I used to say that I don’t have a phone, just to skip that moment when people would call me. When I finally got a mobile phone (remember when they used to call them that?), I got the plan which allowed me to pay little to nothing on texts and it also gave the possibility to call people, if I ever needed to do such a wild thing.
I’m not big on socializing, and this has turned me into this weird, awkward being. Or maybe I was already broken and unsociable and the internet has done nothing to fight off this disease.
I don’t know what’s the cause or maybe if there’s a cure, but I live in constant fear of someone asking me to friend them on Facebook. I had to explain a few days ago why I don’t do the „Add friend” thing. I’m afraid, very afraid, that maybe I’m gonna be disrespectful, or maybe that I am disturbing something important, or maybe that I look to desperate.
Something in the lines of that.
See, now, I don’t hate people. But it’s actually really had to talk and approach someone you know, I find it incredibly difficult to stalk people on social media (another shitty thing I’m no good at).
Friend me maybe?
I was planning on reviewing the latest Miley Cyrus album (yeah, I know, right?!), but before that I wanted to show you the album signed by The 1975 (you know them, old obsession of mine).
But my day was turned upside down (well, not quite) by the unexpected news that… Drum roll, please!
Peter Gabriel is coming to Romania!
Well, take a look at that. Let that sink in for a second or two…
And let me tell you what that means to me.
This means that my childhood is so-so near and that music that I hold dear to my heart is even nearer. I was a weird kid, as you already know by now, and I remember two videos with incredible precision.
One of them is Sledgehammer. And the other one is Steam.
And of course there are other sounds that mean the world to me, but Peter Gabriel was there with me when I grew up and I definitely want to see the guy live as soon as I can.
Soon being on 8th May, 2014. When certain things are to be celebrated. 🙂
It’s hard to be saved, because people have to fight with you, since we are all taught that saving is for the weak. And then, after they’re done with fighting you, people have to fight whatever demon lie next with you at night and they have to keep those demons away from you.
Saving is hard, because you end up used and broken, and it’s hard to rebuild on that frame something that sees life with bright eyes.
To be saved is the worst nightmare for people like me, who thrive in this puddle of sadness and pain. I will not receive your help, nor will I welcome it. Stay away from me with your saving hands and your warm blankets.
I’m not sure what I wanted, or what I needed… There was something about saving in my head, but my head is bad at remembering stuff and my heart is broken, so who cares?
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.