game with legs scratched in the afternoon of nights study in black and desperate.
The awareness of being beautiful makes you more beautiful.
Bite my veins when it's cold outside and we are in the car. Yeah. I could separate them and give and keep them cold until I see you again. But you know, here where I am not cold. Here is the sea, I see the window on the eighth floor of my university. Here at the bottom there is not much. That's why I like to come back each time. Why is the sun even when it rains and I see people transparent, ephemeral enough to make me me want to hide what's inside me.
game on wires precarious existence and insistence. I do not know who will win, I just know I'd do without my heart, but not of my body.
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