Eliza's Blog

It was classic,nevertheless, i could breath a revined element of crossfired verticals memorised you and me, in long version strategy... i ask questions that answers was a fault dream... my reality to burden my dreams to conceive an accident between and all broken up molecules... I wander what stability means for you? Do you love me,in your own terms? Do i have to continue enchant myself by a fairy boy? Fairytales have the red dragon,the bad witch,the brave man... and other versions of plasmatic reality... monsters come and get me out of my bed... my religion was provocative, and now i want answers... The fairy boy was a boy after all that all mistakes was forgiven, i throw away...just to like you... I like you...dragged by a storm spinning, whistling a life to control. J'adore...

Attached to death day by day... we promise the trivial, as if the eternity will find us to earth.

I saw myself laughing as you were laughing...finished the sentence before you talked...like phyhedelic outcome... my life gain balance as loosing stability...lightness can't follow the weight of desire, the craving to touch you or touch me instead, all broken pieces stuck together, but still alone...

Thoughts vanish writting is impossible i gone my emptiness without you...

New dawn left you at one side... the bald one... while just reblocked my chances to win one like you... ...not the same... but similar to elegance, or mayby more... design is what i love...