17 June 2012

When I start crying, and think of leaving to the end of everything, I'll be going.

I seem lost in vanity; Do you know I wouldn't hesitate a minute; if it wasn't for my mom and puppy..

When I start crying, I go to the kitchen, start baking building two individual towers; one out of flour, sugar, butter and flavorings, and one made of bowls and whisks, build down the sink.

Yet I don't miss the times I was blind and happy, it makes me sick and very gloomy; seeing those girls, their lives like a romantic comedy.

They say I'm pretty, diligent, crafty, that the guy I would 'marry', would be very lucky.

How can they be so blind to not to see; I'm no wife-to-be, my apron is not intended for serving you cookies and tea, you can never 'own' me, that I'm free; free to be all the things, your TV forbidden me.

DreamerDeceiver'God is in the TV' • Opuss № I