Made of Porcelain

I'm no longer part of this world. They say that when you have faith you can have everything. I re-phrase then: 'I believe that I don't belong in this world.' Have you ever felt that even if you're surrounded by so many people everyday, everywhere, the night will find you again, lying in your bed alone, waiting for something you don't even know. The hundreds of thoughts, the many regrets always hold your hand in darkness. And because they never really go away - they are just dismissed - I will offer my body the pleasure of another form. Tonight, I'll pretend I'm a porcelain doll. He, who can see me through the stillness of this room will get the credit of holding me. I only have one condition. 'Be careful'. I can't afford breaking too quickly. I want to feel your hands on my perfect face, my curly hazel hair, on my tiny fingers.. Hold me tightly. Use both hands. Look at me. 'I'm real.' I just can't tell you, because for once you'll have to realize it by yourself.

Away..

Fairytales in ghost towns are boring. Extremely tedious for a girl's eyes, even when trying to use metaphors and personifications of trees and flowers turning into red-white lollipop sticks. Your 6 year old daughter will too quickly become a grown woman ma. She will develop her maternal instinct and sexual drives. She'll go away. Yes ma, she'll go away too - like everyone..
Everyone will pave our way to freedom.
Everything lingers slowly in this room. Sometimes I whisper your name in darkness. This darkness is moving, dancing, filling this emprty space. There is always an disjointed part which always grows in my consciousness. I want us to become the most violent tide of that isolated shore. You told me once that you'd learn me how to sing. You said: 'I love the colour of your voice'. I felt like home. You are my home. Your eyes are my only shelter. And yes, I'd die for you today because today is the first day of my life that I really want to fly away..