the world is a jelly. to me tonight.
too many people with their hair to be touched. men and women. is this confusion gonna end sometime? too many stares and questions. too many lips and roads. i want someone to touch my hair and to mean it. ok, i''m drunken and sofisticated. but thats the way it is. this must have been a christmas party of a huuuuuuuuuuge company. with lots of people. and hairs. i have to find christmas. its urget this year. i have to find it.
between the lines.
in between the vodkas that i hate.
on the table of the italian embassy.
in the lights of tobacco while m and s talk about life and stuff.
in the sound of my computer.
in the silence of the snow.
i have to find peace of mind. i have to find piece of mine.
i want to meet you. and to talk to you. about stupid things.