Suntka

strips of ripped paper hanging from the ceiling but i've never realized how broken they all were, how carelessly they have been ripped and put there. you once told me we have secrets to hold just for us, but i can see now how you put me up there with no care or meaning but only to get me out of the way. honesty doesn't mean you speak your mind at all times, but to tell the truth when you decide to share your thoughts. i'm screaming out for help like a cold engine in winter. i have come and gone but you have been here from the beginning and weren't supposed to leave. can't you see me spin the bottle, begging it to stop at you and to hear your

a gesture, a sign of love, hate, misfortune and displacement. uneasy i will go, find the move that brought you, seek the trust that betrayed you, and lose the flicker of heat inside of us. steps ahead and thoughts behind, please forgive me for my mind. belief in things without a sight and reject the flesh and blood in front of you. i've seen you stepping out of it but i didn't want you there for long. wake me up, dream of us, use me as the string hanging from  from the cliff and then lose it in the end. you might not own me, but my mind, and the endless strings attached to it.

     Sometimes it's better to be lonely. Sliding down that track by myself instead of squeezing and pressing  the way down and never reach it with my whole body, i only touch it with my feet while the rest has been busy striking down the body stopping me from the smooth rush i have been hoping for. The many colors can blind and mislead the way to the gold and the closer i think i get, the more i realize that everything has been a fairy tail and i've only been fooled by the feelings of hope that has brought me to discover the beauty only i can see. Why am i doing it, every time the heat and the rain meet i see you and your miserable beauty t

Stepping out of myself, this fresh breeze of different air and new surrounding and you being in my life with your unstrikable self, it threw me off and now I stumble around, trumbling and hitting myself against every object that I've never realized being in the way. Falling they call it, but it feels more like dissolving for me, you're taking pieces of me without knowing it while i start to levitate, the wings are attempting to grow but i don't want them to show, i've hidden them behind unbearable chains of steel and am scared to take off the burden now. They've become sacred, lovable and i can hide behind them while watching pieces of the fe