Old drafts

my favourite doll got burned soon after the photo
it's not my favourite any more

There are still so many pancakes I wish we could have shared .

Wet with no name

Suddenly I had to change the way I referred to myself and get wet on my way home.

Bitter flavoured days

can never get rid of old habits and old shoes

Can't suppress my bitterness.

The dream that lasted longer than a life

I died before I woke up from my dream.

Stinks, it stinks

Don't fear. No tear, no river, no sea.

If I should keep you as part of myself, so be it. I'd much rather prefer it if that part didn't exist though. I'd much rather prefer it if I hadn't met you. I'd much rather prefer it if my world wasn't so full of you, sure.

If you contributed to what I am I don't wanna be me.

Second verse

If I promise to always tell you the truth will you promise to lie to me forever?

First verse

Paradise didn't exist to begin with. What was there was just an illusion.

Other people's dreams

I wonder where I travel when I sneak into other people's dreams.

Grain

Such a fragile body yet so difficult to get rid of.

Might leave

Honestly I'd rather leave than let this February leave.

Insomnia

so nice of you keeping me company my bright friend

Insomniac writers. Who'd have known I'd become one. The anxious trembling hand full of tension non-stop writing, it's the time subconscious awakens and can be expressed. It's the time the body only blindly serves the brain which eventually becomes your hands and grabs the pen itself.

Is it my insomnia having all these dreams or has my intelligence sundered from my body?

If these ifs

Had the "ifs" had a world of their own, it would be much more beautiful than ours.

Caught

                                        My dreams will hug you tonight
                    I'll reach you even if you're away
                                goodnight





                                                                                                                   τα ονειρα μου θα σε παρουν αγκαλια αποψε
                                                                                                                                                           θα σε φτασω κι ας εισαι μακρυα
                                                                                                                                            καληνυχτα

Because.

I am not a materialist. Sure I got resolutions that are bound with materialistic stuff but never did such a resolution made me feel neither joy nor disappointment. Cause my dreams are people. Lately they only displease me but at least they make me feel something.
                                                                                                                     My dreams are people.

Just to get to know you

now tell me which one?

Between the number of times you thought of dying and the number of the times you thought of killing someone, which one is more?