Stuck. Then you feel. Then you run.

Stuck. In your own reality. No marks of shadows in the light. No vigilance. You don't see it. You don't get me. It's painful afterwards. Before the weakness. After the inhumanity. Exagгerating? No sound. Or sound of suffocation. Believe me, there is more to it than this. I don't see the blue of it. Freedom. Or end of light. Rest. Emptiness.

Her impossible thinking grabbed everything she had, evereythig she was and smashed it to pieces. Broken glass. The horror of the absurdity. Her sight, her smell, her hearing, her taste, her touch, her respiration - they were so superficial all of a sudden. The burden she bore, this dark obssessive groing abyss her own heart contained... she couldn't believe this was happening. Questionning every single idea she had, every cell that constructed her body, every thought that crossed her mind. Who was she? She was no one. She had always known it, she had always felt it. She felt this unstoppable submersive emotion of non sense and surplus. She was not needed. The world was simply spitting her out. "The Gorgeous Truth was not aware of the deep sensation she caused me. She is not aware how important her words wereto me. The Gorgeous Truth is not aware she is my life" - she thought. And sighed. No relief accompanied her sigh. "The only exit is my own abyss." - she thought - "I do not have the right to be weak anymore. It should just stop. You are my only exit. But you are even emptier than I am. You are the beginning and the end. You just are."

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Дълбаещи, потръпващи във унес букви размекваха

На всяка крачка, всеки дъх, в съмнение и мнителност,

Медно-масления вкус на спомените на смеха.

Редовете, леещи се в реки от златно и горчиво,

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Отмиваха бликащи разкази на колебливост:

Грейпфрутените болки, редуващи се с шоколадов мус.

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В танците на мелодично-захарни отблясъци и ароматен прах.

Ала сметановият унес принуден бе да се откаже,

От мечтите си за боровинкови усмивки и какаов смях.

Иронията винаги примесена е с дъх на мента и коприна,

И ражда болка, пронизваща меки, маслени сърца.

Даряваща рецептата дари последната си капка сила,

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10.08.2010

Тина Кароль - Ноченька

What is wrong?

Why do I want to run away that badly?

Is this going to take much time, little boat?

Float, Float...

I remember...

I am hurt.

Why?

Enough said

Твои истории
Твои мечты
Все то, чем в жизни себя тешишь ты
Твои иллюзии
Твоя печаль

Все это грустно и немного жаль
Немного жаль моей любви
Немного жаль твоей надежды
Все это было но увы
Уже не будет так как прежде
Немного жаль что на показ мы наши чувства выставляли
Немного жаль что потеряли друг друга мы в последний раз
Немного жаль что потеряли друг друга мы в ... последний раз

Тебе наскучило в любовь играть
И ты не хочешь этого скрывать,
А годы лучшие умчались вдаль

Все это грустно и немного жаль
Немного жаль моей любви
Немного жаль твоей надежды
Все это было но увы
Уже не будет так как прежде
Немного жаль что на показ мы наши чувства выставляли
Немного жаль что потеряли друг друга мы в последний раз
Немного жаль что потеряли друг друга мы ... в последний раз

Немного жаль что на показ мы наши чувства выставляли
Немного жаль что потеряли друг друга мы в последний раз
Немного жаль что потеряли друг друга мы ... в последний раз

Chasing nightmares away...

Why is this? Who has created you, little Paradox? When were you born? What do you want? Why are you here? Why are you taking my energy away... so slowly, yet so firmly. Why?

An impass. A shadow. Oddness. That's right.


A craving and a nosea merging to create you, little Paradox. My verdict. You are killing me, you know... You love it, don't you? So, paradox... Your inexorable journey is just starting... You are young. I just wonder what to expect when you get stronger...

And that's how it is...

She had never thought a heart-beat could leave a scar... A profound one, one bleeding tears, one hurting her, suffocating her, leaving her defenseless, oppressing her... But it was just a scar, right? It was supposed to heal over... She left in a hurry. She needed a sedative.

...

So true...

This song is filled with so much energy... I need some right now...