PAGINI ASCUNSE

" Daca nu as fi scris, starile depresive pe care le-am avut în viata m-ar fi dus fara indoiala la nebunie sau la ratare completa... Important a fost scrisul ca terapie."

luni, 8 august 2011

Addicted





And maybe, just maybe I'll meet you in some bar in Paris.. You'll smile, I'll smile back. No words just fears that doesn't vanish with a dry gin.

I don't remember your name, you know. Although I'll never forget your voice, your smell, your touch…


Oh fuck, don't go there! It's dark outside and when you'll came back it will be too late. 
You'll find me sleeping on that violet couch that flows across the city.  

Avoiding me it's not that smart, you know. 
Avoiding you it's wrong either. 

Guess we enjoy playing the worst scenario ever…