Oh my dear..

.. what shall i say? I mean, I see your beauty and living will but you're like a tiny feather floating in the wind, not finding a place to stay. Every little movment make you fly away again, searching someone who recognizes you and saves you from this windy turning world. You've been here and there, just for a while and then moved on, taken away by a gentle breeze or a wild blizzard.

Oh my dear, you're so light and breakable so flighty and influenceable like a fucking feather, always beeing ignored and blown over while searching a calm place to rest in a rousing world.


21.9.09 18:26

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