Thoughts.
2009-03-10 @ 22:43:20
Days and nights, when I close my eyes, the picture in my head can't let me smile again. Prince Charming, who should come long time ago, is gone, gone forever, tears and regrets wouldn't make him come back. I'll be strong. I won't cry. I won't touch imaginairy hair again, I won't wash my face with futile hope again. I won't delude myself, that hapiness will fall from heaven again. I won't live in my mini-palace of hopes and dreams, which are too hard to come true. Imaginairy hurts. Dreams become drug, it's easy way to be addicted. Drug that -like any other - doesn't bring happiness. It brings a moment of felicity and then the reality comes and destroys everything I could touch, embrace by my imaginairy. Where are you? Where am I? We've lost ourselves on the way without 'come back'. Dorothy lost the way and she'll never find it. The Wizard can wait forever, but she won't come. He'll never see her the way he should, he'll never hear what she wanted to say, he'll never say that it's lie that all is lost. Why wouldn't he come to her by himself? She's escaped. She'll be watching now. There's nothing to do, everything's done, but there are no results. What is left? Is there something to hold? Is there any sense? Was it needed? I'm looking for a sign, little ghost of a hope, that not all is lost. There are no signs, there is no hope and merciless time's passing by. It's like... Somebody took all doors with daylights behind them. There are walls everywhere. Walls and only one locked door - the one through I came here. It's hard to understand, just like geometry or Platon's philosophy. I don't know who am I now. I'm blaming myself for you. I'm blaming you for myself. What a crazy way to be.