I am feeling like in a movie feeling his closeness feeling when he is coming and how his look on me is This called something may like inspiration the observation of existence which agree with our being I am feeling like a grenade without fuse with a desire of crying and explosion and I am just waiting on a right moment when I will hit on my chest and scrape out our names
Do you feel on your own skin the skin of accusations how it gets to the heart and embrace all the viscera and in real the one who reproach you something is your own head which you hated before a time in a mirror I repeat it is not me
He does not look on the second side moreover he remains blind false blinder He is hiding in a dark urban streets and walking with a secret fear from the world in himself On the way to happiness he is searching for solutions through the logic and science and he is not able to see more than man to man and with help of reasons he will not uncover it rightly
You take me my hand and my heart got scared Just below it I gestated your child But well I screamed with fear because your hand was from ice
