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И каждый раз ты рисуешь абстракцию. Твои губы дергаются, но ты молчишь, видишь может сны, где мы одни, но я с треском проваливаюсь в пустоту будто лицо под полиэтилен, ведь думаешь ты совсем не обо мне. Я лишь полувлюбленный мальчишка, который иногда навязывает себе, что ему лучше одному. Лучше одному, ведь тебе уж точно лучше одной.
I shyly look at myself from the outside and cannot understand what happened to me inside my heart and inside my head. Nothing and here, the semi-beloved boy. I have never experienced such feelings before. I write this text at one o'clock in the morning and present it in bed or for lessons in books and overcomes melancholy lightning. I imagine hundreds of places where I could go with her, in my head I think that I am just a dreamer, but I myself am ashamed of all these thoughts, because I had not thought before that this could happen as if pixels were eating away at the nihilistic scenery that I built in my brain 2 more years ago. I can’t fall asleep and brew tea for myself, imagining how she hugs a mug of boiling liquid inside with her small fingers, straightens a strand of black hair that always hangs on her temple and the flow of words of spontaneity overcomes the brain that I could tell her but don't tell for either I am ashamed, or I just can't say it in my face. It hurts me, or I am ashamed of my fate and all its sacral secrets. +++ I dissolve in bed and see her in the same position at the moment, we close our eyes and our possible common secret takes us far beyond the mountains, kiosks , scorch tears, where I see, as you and I, hold hands, silently looking into each other's eyes. Dissolving sunset and coastal strip keep our voices, but they are not needed when I have you, and you have me. On clock 4, I open my eyes and realize that it was a dream. The eyes are becoming wider and wider with the realization that you can still sleep, or maybe not, I will never know, we are separated by cities, different colors of walls and something else, even though we see at least 3 days I just want to write you a letter saying “Dear Daria, we will lodge in a string of houses lounging along the slopes of the snowy Alps, To not see more megalopolises and cities Simulating the twinkling of thousands of table lamps. I stared at infinity on fake stars, I invented, gradually losing balance, However the giver was becoming more and more unknown And in search of truth I could not understand what I was created for. Did you and I anticipate a threat When echoes were heard in any sound? We looked at each other through our “metamorphosis” Zaklinaja that we love everything most of all in separation. my life fit in this silence And my life was saved only by the touch of My fingers to your lips, with the fibers feeling the grumbling. I stretched for a second to eternity, although it was an instant. I’m sure I’ve seen something in my eyes that looks like an understanding, But in the future I’ll be content with just frustration And even metaphors cannot describe my state, You love abstraction. And I am content with our abstraction. No one, no one, never, never understand us. "" You know, We will never be closer than now. "
And every time you draw an abstraction. Your lips are twitching, but you are silent, you can see dreams where we are alone, but I miserably fall into emptiness like a face under polyethylene, because you think you are not at all about me. I am only a half-beloved boy, who sometimes imposes on himself that he is better off alone. Better alone, because you are certainly better off alone.
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