SelfPub: Insomnia

Avoiding people for a long time and not associating with anyone, you begin to fall in love with everyone you meet.

Night thoughts are always brighter, even if the space around quieter. After all, alternating inevitably, people fill it with plastic feelings. Indifference has long been hanging in the air, making it difficult to breathe. They need you when you're needed, not needed, if you're happy. They will simply be next to default/always. Empty the people around you.

Hatred is also to be earned. One sheer Indifference.

Shadow in the mirror looks back at me with eyes of Insomnia.
New (new old) songs = a new line.
You are my Dorian gray; you and your Golden hair.
I'm not afraid to be misunderstood: Edgar Allan PoE is my idol.

Without a doubt, to live without knowing about such feeling, it would be easier, but senseless.

'Cause nothin' lasts forever, I wanna be your nothing.

I like to look through the trees at the stars, especially in those moments when in need of a sea. And I'm missing you. Solitude as nicotine, well, not yet absorbed into the blood. Then begins to enrage. And nothing is written. And it seems that already not write. But of course, it will. Once. Then.

It is better to live with a broken heart than with your eyes closed.

Rather throw my heart back,
You throw him in the bloody flame:
Will atleat for luck,
Although, I'm still scared to be Shelley...