Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
My dead dream, a strange attitude not available for me anymore. It's still hard and, I think, impossible to explain it with words. And I'm also ashamed to write that even if I made myself do it. It's a great shame for a woman, I'm not a child anymore and I know I'd be laughed at and, maybe, I'd lose some of those who read me if I wrote. I know such attitude is only for little and cute girls.... Not for elephants like me.
I still see that attitude in dreams of the past - I used to have it 4 years ago. And 2 years ago as well. But this will never come back...
I exist in my memories...
This emo and/or glamorous background... I like it because it reflects most features of the attitude of my dead dream... And explains them in the best way.
Reflection in words, not in colors ^^
I'm ashamed of having revealed this. But many people asked me for explanations and I promised to do it here...
I had it. I lost it.
I still see that attitude in dreams of the past - I used to have it 4 years ago. And 2 years ago as well. But this will never come back...
I exist in my memories...
This emo and/or glamorous background... I like it because it reflects most features of the attitude of my dead dream... And explains them in the best way.
Reflection in words, not in colors ^^
I'm ashamed of having revealed this. But many people asked me for explanations and I promised to do it here...
I had it. I lost it.