"there, there little girl.."
this is the mirror you used for many years trying to look similar to its reflection, but then one day you got bored of it, the same way you despise permanent conditions.. and somehow you managed to persuade yourself you can bear something being unchangeable for a pretty long time .. (false) and somehow you persuaded others into this, but it was just a mirror.
we tend to put all of our darkest thoughts into a small black box away from anything and anyone just to avoid the fear of facing it, but the day you will have the courage to open up wide you will have the whole of your identity free, able to express yourself without doubts and second thoughts.
he, who will have the soul's strength to keep his eyes open while looking at the deepest of your faded green-grey eyes without any fear, that he might lose his way into this unspoken path, would be the one who can hold your hand and pass through the dark woods to reach out the golden sand shore of your deep blue sea.
even under weird positioned mood, i could listen to that chaotic music and reflect it into a vision that would unite my shape and the shapes of the music into something surreal. my whole existence was pictured into a naked woman with intense curves, a combination of a fairy and a mortal woman with her inner thirst of pleasure exposed. she and the waves of music were transformed into one entity. there i could see no mirror, i was the mirror to that vision.
"there, there woman.."
this is the mirror you used for many years trying to look similar to its reflection, but then one day you got bored of it, the same way you despise permanent conditions.. and somehow you managed to persuade yourself you can bear something being unchangeable for a pretty long time .. (false) and somehow you persuaded others into this, but it was just a mirror.
we tend to put all of our darkest thoughts into a small black box away from anything and anyone just to avoid the fear of facing it, but the day you will have the courage to open up wide you will have the whole of your identity free, able to express yourself without doubts and second thoughts.
he, who will have the soul's strength to keep his eyes open while looking at the deepest of your faded green-grey eyes without any fear, that he might lose his way into this unspoken path, would be the one who can hold your hand and pass through the dark woods to reach out the golden sand shore of your deep blue sea.
even under weird positioned mood, i could listen to that chaotic music and reflect it into a vision that would unite my shape and the shapes of the music into something surreal. my whole existence was pictured into a naked woman with intense curves, a combination of a fairy and a mortal woman with her inner thirst of pleasure exposed. she and the waves of music were transformed into one entity. there i could see no mirror, i was the mirror to that vision.
"there, there woman.."
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