Pieces of my non-existing kingdom
23.04.2007., ponedjeljak
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"Lie to me, convince me that I've been sick forever, and all of this will make sense when I get better…" If you see her lookig in the water, Don't ask her anything… She's just looking for herself.  If you see her staring in the mirror, Don't ask her anything… She cant recognize herself any more…  If you simply see her, Don't ask her anything. This girl is lost…  "I think we have an emergency, I think we have an emergency…" |
20.04.2007., petak
 Dragi podanici! Sada cu vam ispricati jednu od najljepsih bajki… Jednom davno zivjela je princeza koja je bila tako prokleto tuzna i pod takvim prokletim pritiskom. Trebala je vladati kraljevstvom, ali ona to nije mogla, pa je postala tako j…. frustrirana, želeći da može vikati, vrištati, vikati, ali NE, to u kraljevstvu nije bilo dozvoljeno, to nije bilo primjereno za jednu princezu, i tako se ona slamala, lomila, plakala… Jednoga dana princeza nije otisla kamo je trebala poci, vec se iskrala iz kraljevstva i otisla do najdalje pustosi, do pustosi gdje je vikala, i vristala, i derala se, a tada, tada u jednom trenutku, samo je prestala, stajala je na tom mrtvom mjestu i gledala oko sebe, šaptala, i pitala se, zasto nije bolje, zasto se sada ne osjeca bolje… Razočarana, nekako je ipak dopuzala do dvorca, legla u krevet i mirno naredila podanicima da joj donesu noz…. … Dragi podanici, iako prelijepa, ova bajka je nedovršena. No ne brinite. Kraj ćete vidjeti čim mi načinite ovu uslugu… Najdraži podanici, hoćete li mi, molim vas, sada donijeti noz?...  |
18.04.2007., srijeda
 My bed is burning, but I can't get up, my mouth are screaming though I'm telling them to stop. My sheets are all dirty, but I'm holding them thight, I'm dying in the darkness, and still, I can't wait another night. My body's constantly asking for help, but I am just not willed to try, my body's desperatly screaming for help, but I am selfishly leaving it to die.  |
14.04.2007., subota
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I'm picking up the pieces of never existing kingdom, I'm realizing, it was fake, everything was fake, never existing, I'm reading the book of my own fairytales, searching for the happy ending, where the hell is my happy ending, there is no end, only ..., where is my ending, if it fade away, then why is everything still here, under my bed, there's a million of broken pieces that will never be thrown away, but also never fixed (now I don't want them to be fixed), I'm just looking at them lying in the dust, and I'll leave them there and turn away again my head, I am fine, I just don't like their screams at night that are taking me to an old nightmare, nightmare of a broken fairytale... I've should have never written those words that are now taking me back to the never existing kingdom...  "We've tried so hard to understand, but we can't... We held the world out in our hands, and then you ran away... Cos all we know is falling in false... Remember, cos I know that we won't forget at all..." |
