my new ISL rouge lipstick would fly to me from Nottingham.
(which is already out of sale here because of limited edition)
that still reminds me, that somewhere long ago i were.. there.
i had that dress that i liked, and like poor little Cosette i dreamed.
that one day i will buy myself that one dress and everything will be.
(not that it was ISL, though.w)

i graduated from myself and from the one, who taught me. success?
i learned how to make people stretch, bow and the art of deprivation.
the art of deception, for sure.

i bought myself that dress. i taught that boy how to fall in love with me.
there was someone, who used to tell me that i am not much of a princess.
and here, i say for queen.

the point has slipped, my bad.
no matter where i live, i fought hard for that. i fought for those, beside me.
and i keep on hating those, who keep shouting that they know who i am.
who i have somewhere been. who i have somewhere used to be. enough.

i changed, we change and there are so much to change.
those who keep on talking of the past, hope for the bullets to fly.

endlessly,
,,,
there are carnivals to fetish, there are open arms to fall into.
there is Samhain to come so soon and new seasons to begin.
and there are always mebius something`s to be a part of non-intentionally.

i learned how to cut. and do not look back.
they say, you can always cut through the heart.
faster and rightly. who talks now about righteous?

i don`t.
it just so comes into my head from time to time.
that i want to take my gun and go shooting birds.

let us take another breath?
at least this love lasts past forever.