the guilt is a ribbon noose today, what can i do? where can i go? i don't have the energy to walk out, i want to, but i'm too tired, i just walked out so many times already, walked my heart dead. take a questionable pill and lay there, i guess.
i am falling out of my eyes into my mouth because i can only utter what i haven't seen, i can only touch the faces of the mentally unstable, of the emotionally forgotten.
you are no longer a simple human being waiting for the right time to meet another simple human being to start a simple bourgeois family smiling at the risk of pissing everyone off with your beige behaviour, NO - you are not that. you are my chosen page out of a simplistic russian novel, trained in jewels and makeshift. always.
all the reasons to take my shoes from that car and run as fast as my heart will take me through the dead asphalt (roaring engines in our faces & security guards always tip-toeing to hear about our love stories).