a thousand dreams that would awake me .

different colours made of tears .

put his favourite perfume on .

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 too much in between 

.

i accept chaos . but i'm not sure whether it accepts me .

.

is that all there is 

?

.

i'm leavin' because you don't feel what you're dreamin' of .

.

jigsaw feeling .

.

undo

.

dreams that i create 

.

i'll tell you a story full of lies .

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i'm cold again .

it's not you .

.

stay or leave .

.

and i will sleep out in the glade just by the giant tree

.

breathing the silence .

.

are you there 

?

.

you could feel the sky 

.

i know you are but what am i ?

.

with tired eyes . tired minds . tired souls . we slept .

.

. acrylic paints  . again .

tell me lies . tell me lies . tell me .

. 

Tell me what I wanna hear
This shit's too good to be true
My dear

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. acrylic paints . 

summer rain on my skin .

breathing fear .

always crashing in the same car . suicide dream .

 

 

 

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space .

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I'm saving all my energy to pick up when you move into my airspace

And something's coming over me, I see you in the doorway

I can't control the part of me that swells up when you move into my airspace

.

earth as a conductor of acoustical resonance .

. i'm sure there are hearts beating hopelessly all over the place for you, but their owners are too scared to come forward .

act III scene III .

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Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after long sleep

Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked

I cried to dream again

.

the voice of your eyes .

don't make plans .

...He appeared at my elbow...
'Do you know what you look like standing there?'
'What?' I accepted the glass of red wine he was holding out.
'Like an alien who's landed on earth and only just discovered they don't know how to breathe oxygen.'

the kick .

whatever i hoped to find there i would not find or, by the act of finding it, making it my own, i would thereby lose it .

a heart has asked for the pleasure .

instability is the root of creativity .

cut me into pieces .

social exclusion .

i'm losing you .

sex without gravity .

strange nostaligia for the future .

the crown of thorns . formation of minds . and . jeez .

the truth is a terrible thing .

as the stars fall .

it will all end in tears .

itchy .

the space between .

. źiąrńiśćię .