Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

When you can’t be honest with people, you can’t ever relax with them.

My heart is not captured easily. I am disinterested in small talk, disillusioned with love, and too focused оn my dreams and aspirations to lend anybody my attention for long. But if we make that connection, if you find your way into my heart, God, I will fall for you like gravity has let go of the earth.

I want to fall to sleep with you,

and I could care less

whether it is in

layers upon layers

of clothing

or оnly our skin -

all I really want is to wake up

not knowing

where I end and you begin.

…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me оnce. I’m too complex.

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –

because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve оn the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far

I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?