There are only a few days for February to come. This is the last month of winter and it depresses me because after
the spring time comes again.
What are you saying Hatter? Yeah, I know it feels nice to cover yourself under the blanket of the bed; yes, its nice to glaze at the senseless fuss of the people in their blind desire to live; they dont even bother to understand the meaning if one single word. I know what you think they are boring but its not them who have to pay for their choices its us who are getting bored because of them.
Sordid child of my beloved, how dare you lay your head on my lap, demanding with watery eyes to play my fingers in your hair, to sing you to sleep when night after night it was you tie to do so. Is it warm to cuddle into someones embrace? Is it peaceful to close your eyes like a fondled child in arms that are not belonging to one of your kind? Arent these the questions that you wanted me to answer you? But, oh, why should I tell you the truth that I held if you couldnt understand?
So come, you guileful guardian of mine, lets play switch in our bed while the world keeps counting time
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- Mood:
Hopeless - Listening to: lullaby for a stormy night - vienna teng
- Reading: Nicollo Machiavelli - the prince
- Playing: with my fingers
- Drinking: star dust