I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long long time ago


i feel awkward. now.
i feel awkward when i think about it.
i feel awkward while writing about it.
i feel awkward when i want to talk to someone, and everybody's looking at me as if i'm a weirdo.
i may be.

i feel awkward when i think about relationships.
i feel awkward when i think of my experiences in those.
i feel awkward when there's something i'd like to do/have/make, but i don't.
i can't. or i mustn't.
i don't know.


i feel awkward when i miss something i shouldn't miss.

it's all so fucked up.
but that's how it is now.

sve je pod kontrolom. unutar granica normale. da...


Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World