it hurts, the unavoidable passing of my time.
it hurts to think that memory of me will fade
like a mark in the sand and so defeated I feel by the thing I need.

boundaries of my time too thick and cold;
to strong to let me know all the truths and to brake the codes of all that is left behind.

so defeated I feel, by the thing I am.

potreba za onim tko će me željeti upoznati dovoljno da sazna što se krije iza mojih redaka.
potreba za onim tko će me samo zagrliti i tko neće ništa reći.

voljela bih jačinu osjećaja i misli pohraniti u drvenu škrinju i tada mu je predati na čuvanje.

in love with infinity of my grief and cheer,
in love with the pale wrath of one to come.
bolno; dovoljno bolna zaljubljenost da osjetim pluća kako se suše i venu i crve kako gmižu po unutrašnjosti glave.



želim da mi se zatvore oči i da mi ne bude dopušteno napustiti toplinu grlećih ruku.