i'm speaking from a little box, very neatly tagged and placed strategically upon a high shelf.
only thing is, i can't remember leaving it there. maybe that's because it's always been that way...and i was a fool to think...well, anything. windows are neither created nor opened by cutting pictures from magazines and glueing them on walls... the verdict: eighteen, clumsy and shy. introverted, lonely and over-sensitive. why does everybody except me seem to have some sort of instruction manual for life? most of them are missing quite a few pages... but still, i'd be grateful, it would give me at least a vague idea of what this is all about... whenever i speak, something breaks... in turn, you'd say: so what, it wasn't that much of a heart anyway, it was only a mirror, and there are plenty of those... (i'm trying to figure out which part exactly i misheard...) otherwise: ...is a dream a lie if it don't come true, or is it something worse? (bruce springsteen, the river) |
Dnevnik.hr
Gol.hr
Zadovoljna.hr
Novaplus.hr
NovaTV.hr
DomaTV.hr
Mojamini.tv