Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
Why am I still here?
Why does everything burn?
Why does pain hurt?
What is the size of Eternity?
What language was the first one? And which one will be the last one?
A lot of questions are in my tangled brains, and a lot of mixed up answers. Compilcated and simple at once. Why is everything this way and what will all this end in?
What if the future is a big abyss into nowhere? And we have gone for a walk along it's edge. Nobody of us knows what will the final destination be. We're talking about the world's creation and meaning.
I meant the real world, the Universe above...
Why does everything burn?
Why does pain hurt?
What is the size of Eternity?
What language was the first one? And which one will be the last one?
A lot of questions are in my tangled brains, and a lot of mixed up answers. Compilcated and simple at once. Why is everything this way and what will all this end in?
What if the future is a big abyss into nowhere? And we have gone for a walk along it's edge. Nobody of us knows what will the final destination be. We're talking about the world's creation and meaning.
I meant the real world, the Universe above...
And in my inside world I've already fallen down. The eternal flight will last for a long time. I know what will be in the end. I'll fall from a great distance and break into millions of absolutely not attractive bloody pieces.
People tell me I will have happiness soon.
They used to tell me that one will come back and ask for forgiveness.
But there's one thing that unites all my adorable friends-advisors.
Nobody of those who told me those nice things is single.
They're all happy and they can say I will be too.
Don't say anything if you aren't sure in it.
My eyes will never be ok.
Nobody will ever love me.
I wish there was at least sb who would hold my hand...
They used to tell me that one will come back and ask for forgiveness.
But there's one thing that unites all my adorable friends-advisors.
Nobody of those who told me those nice things is single.
They're all happy and they can say I will be too.
Don't say anything if you aren't sure in it.
My eyes will never be ok.
Nobody will ever love me.I wish there was at least sb who would hold my hand...
The spirit of that stupid day influences me grestly, whatever efforts I do for it...