i’ve got a hole in my head.
shake the dust out of your life.
we three (my shadow, my echo and me).
it’s very frustrating that real life keeps distracting me from my imagination.
above all remember that magic belongs to the heart as to the head and everything which is done, should be done from love or joy or anger.
my real self wanders elsewhere, very far away.
and one day, i’ll have to wake up and see i’m in the real world.
beats and stars.
weird shapeless love.
glitter in my veins.
here comes that nice feeling i thought i’d forgotten.
the blind spot between me and the future.
the space between identities where we can get lost forever.
not too late to be a hero.
somewhat tangled and messy.
i would do just fine without today.