Nothing like you and I. It’s about the music. Nothing more. Yeah, right.
Am o stare lentă dar sunt hiperactivă în gânduri. Am un zumzet aiurea în cap cu milioane de gânduri, planuri, idei, direcţii, cărţi, filme, oameni, replici, locuri, destinaţii, bani, job related, love related. Şi la suprafaţă clipesc încet şi fixez puncte imaginare pe pereţi, mă mişc în reluare şi beau cafea cu prea mult lapte.
I could go on and on but let’s move on shall we? Say, you’re me and I’m you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs… haven’t felt like this in years… the great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse! Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again! That’s where you go when theres no one else around it’s just you and there was never anyone to begin with now, was there?
Poți spune totul. Fără să spui. Dacă ai fluturi în stomac sau dacă ai obosit de-atâta încordare, un la mulți ani și-un te iubesc, un adio și-un hello.
Dar si un I miss you.
I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I’m not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant. Just music, no him or her.
Always it’s a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.
I must be a goddess.
