Little one, the sky is falling [part II]




               And don't you take it so hard now, don't you take it so bad. I'll still be thinking of you and the times we had. And please remember that i've never lied. And please remember how i've felt inside now honey..U'll feel better tomorrow..

*Her name is Renesmee. Please give me some pretty coloured ink for Christmas..the one i have sucks.

Who the fuck is Alice? [notMyMirror]



Thousands sparkling pieces of broken glass fill the air for the very next moments. I’m not myself, but it’s reflected everywhere. The image is blurred and all i can see is a cruel smile in the corner of your mouth. No, that can’t be myself.I’ll still paint pretty spots in coloured ink on the shattered glass.Il’ search desperatly for the perfect piece to find myself in, glue it on the fridge and scream in your face my satisfaction. You’ll see that i can breath without no backup, so much stuff I’ve got to understand. For every street of any scene any place I've never been, I need no guide.

Dark walls surround me and i don’t know where i am anymore. The little mirrors still flows in the air though. Well, it’s not the first time i get lost anywayz since that’s one of my best qualities, you know. I’m really sure i could actually figure out how to get out of here, if some crazy rabbit late for tea wouldn’t have kidnapped me in it’s psycho world. I can’t say i don’t like it here though, it’s greenish, and there are really pretty dandelions everywhere i look. Those freak pieces just faded away i guess.

You all know who tried to kill Alice.

The glass it’s back. It’s still reflecting anywhere, but please tell me i’m not myself. I really don’t like that evil smile..It can’t be me, right? I can breath without no backup, so much stuff I have to understand. For any step and every walk, any town of any thought, I need no guide. I so don’t wanna be that reflection. Fury gets out through all my skin, I can’t control it and the glass will break once more. Fuck. It’s still there.

I’ve passed negation. Those poisoning lessons made their job, i can’t turn back the time and i definately won’t lie to myself. I'd say thanks for waking me up, but i'm afraid i'll break your image about what an ungrateful bastard i am.

I’ll still try to find another piece, this is notMyMirror.

D[e]ad friend





-911 Urgente buna ziua!

-Da, buna ziua. E cineva aici care moare... cred. De fapt are doar atac de cord. Nu e chiar atat de grav nu? Dar nu mai are mult presupun...

-Ce s-a intamplat? Apasati pe piept!!!

Il cunoasteti? Are alergie la ceva? Ne indreptam intr-acolo, spuneti-ne unde va aflati.

-Ah, nu pot. Tocmai imi vine masina. Daca calc peste se pune ca apasat? Oricum, se afla in statie la unirii, e multa lume in jur o sa-l gasiti repede. Acum, despre cunoscut..Din punct de vedere psihologic sunt mai multe niveluri de cunoastere stiti, nu as putea fi sigura, tehnic vorbind..

-Beep, beep, beep

-Alo?! Eh,poate ca da.

Happy Birthday.


And i'm sorry i can't love you, I'm sorry i can't make you see who i am.

Little one, little one the sky is falling


Little girl, little girl why are you crying? Inside your restless sould you heart is dying.  
[If only my pen could break this page in thousand pieces of dirty white and pure fog. I’d reinvent the art of war]

Run away down to the street and hide yourself silly and the embrace of a fluffy thing.

-Shouldn’t you be home by now?
- Im not going home anymore, the kid replyed arrogant, showing a faintly smile.
-Then you can stay here with me, the teddybear said smily. The corner of your mind is not as save as you may believe, you know.

Little girl, little girl your life is calling

[The charlatans and saints of your abandon]
-Shut the hell up you stupid bitch!
-What? The kid asked with his eyes open wide, watching up to the down side of the table. It was dark. 
Smell of alchool and shouts. More shouts. A sharp sound and a drop of blood made a little puddle near her shoes. At first, she fought that their reddish paint just went of the floor. Her little mind couldnt exactly realise what happened, but she knew it was something bad. Two steps back while holding the teddybear tight.Praying at him to save her for the last time.But he  fell down just an unexpressive as her falling tears.
[Your soul is purging of love and razor blades the blood is surging] Runaway to your lost tranquility and hide of that lifeboat of deception.

Little girl, little girl you dirty liar.You're just a junkie preaching to the choir

She got up, walking calmly down on the empty street. Still holding tight. A box of sharp things.

7:00 AM News of the day! A man was found dead drown in its own blood with the door wide open. The neighboords say that he was an alchoolic so he probably comited sucide for feeling guilty, since some are suspecting he killed his wife ten years ago. Stil, there are a child’s traces of blood can’t be explained. We’ll keep you informed as soon as we’ll have more details.

The traces of blood always follow you home..like the mascara tears

[i need to make a cigarette's smoke dance on Muse's song.Resistance.No, im not proud about it.]



Try honesty


Some people just don't derserve having children. This doesn't belong to me, i just agree with it. I think that eight years old kids are smarter than i am. Offtopic, i know. My thoughts change pretty fast right now. In fact, the only difference between us is that kids are able to forgive. Just like the only good thing in being empty is thatyou can't be dissapointed when you have no expectations. :))

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