niedziela, 29 kwietnia 2012

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 
I feel like I'm loosing it.. Chasing myself for some unknown reasons.
It's futile, I suppose.
Constantly M.I.A. for the ones that care for me.
I've decided to never get old and never die therefore, I'm not able to grow out of my old habits.
Well, in fact, my soul is old but also childlish. You won't go chasing butterflies with me. There's no point in it.
They say you can't change your destiny. I guess I remained deaf to such advice.
Somehow you find me bossy and proud. And you still can't see that you've been fooled for a long time.
I'm an insecure mess, carving new masks and sewing up patchwork armours for every single day.
Although I keep my mouth shut, I'm begging you to keep looking.
I hope I'm not lost yet. Just undiscovered.



piątek, 6 kwietnia 2012

Here we go again




 - with your mixed signals

                             and my second thoughts.