Come to stay with me.
I need you to stay with me.
I need you to need me.
So I can stop writing shits.
I need the silence being accompanied.
My bones fall apart.
So I take the subway from the initial to the terminal station.
My feelings fall apart.
So I need everything longer to feel them better.
Including your company.
Having it long enough to believe that I will never lose it. Long enough to feel it. Long enough to never
I'm so tired. I'm a robot. I need to be charged.
Or else I will be gone and never back again.
That's not something scary, without you here, though.
I feel like in a humid dream. The air is so wet but muggy. The snow is scalding.
That's why I can't feel everything truly. That's why people in my life come, and leave soon, just the moment after we are together long enough I start to need them.
This makes the dream more humid and more and more.
As tears decorate my dark brown eyes like feathers.
As every loud laugh becomes to be made by tears too.
And the darkness of nights and the light at night become wet too.
And my footsteps. So I run less and less often because it's more and more tiring. And I walk less and less fast.
But I still jump, try to jump. That's my habit. That's my favorite habit. Even if it's getting more and more tiring too.
So sometimes I feel very sad.
It's a dankish dream. People's talking around me is drippy. That's why I can't see things clearly. I can't hear things clearly.
I'm still on the subway. It hasn't arrived the terminal station yet. People sit next to me keeping coming and going from stations to the others. Nobody always sit there next to me.
My life is like the subway. This humid dream is like the subway. My heart is a subway. My mind and my legs.
The skins on my lips fall down. My hairs fall down. My blood fall down. My words fall down. My limbs fall down. My eyes fall down. My memories and dreams fall down like rains, make this humid dream damper. My dreams from the past keep rising like smoke, high up into the sky disappearing. I can't touch them anymore.
Another passenger stood up and left. Another passenger sat down beside me taking her place.
The darkness outside the windows rushing behind.
With parts of me. Parts of my songs.
Come, come and pick me up out of the falling green dark ocean. Before I sink more.
I need you to stay with me.
I need you to need me.
So I can stop writing shits.
I need the silence being accompanied.
My bones fall apart.
So I take the subway from the initial to the terminal station.
My feelings fall apart.
So I need everything longer to feel them better.
Including your company.
Having it long enough to believe that I will never lose it. Long enough to feel it. Long enough to never
I'm so tired. I'm a robot. I need to be charged.
Or else I will be gone and never back again.
That's not something scary, without you here, though.
I feel like in a humid dream. The air is so wet but muggy. The snow is scalding.
That's why I can't feel everything truly. That's why people in my life come, and leave soon, just the moment after we are together long enough I start to need them.
This makes the dream more humid and more and more.
As tears decorate my dark brown eyes like feathers.
As every loud laugh becomes to be made by tears too.
And the darkness of nights and the light at night become wet too.
And my footsteps. So I run less and less often because it's more and more tiring. And I walk less and less fast.
But I still jump, try to jump. That's my habit. That's my favorite habit. Even if it's getting more and more tiring too.
So sometimes I feel very sad.
It's a dankish dream. People's talking around me is drippy. That's why I can't see things clearly. I can't hear things clearly.
I'm still on the subway. It hasn't arrived the terminal station yet. People sit next to me keeping coming and going from stations to the others. Nobody always sit there next to me.
My life is like the subway. This humid dream is like the subway. My heart is a subway. My mind and my legs.
The skins on my lips fall down. My hairs fall down. My blood fall down. My words fall down. My limbs fall down. My eyes fall down. My memories and dreams fall down like rains, make this humid dream damper. My dreams from the past keep rising like smoke, high up into the sky disappearing. I can't touch them anymore.
Another passenger stood up and left. Another passenger sat down beside me taking her place.
The darkness outside the windows rushing behind.
With parts of me. Parts of my songs.
Come, come and pick me up out of the falling green dark ocean. Before I sink more.
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