seasick

Long long time ago, when he was new and amazingly close for being so far away, it came up in a contecst of small apartment, sofabed, silly movies, take away and lots of love.
A crocodile suit for two.
It might be the night that drags me down, everything is clearer in daylight, but my excitement has vanished like the greatness of the thought in my unskillful hands. Becoming real usually wracks things up, you want what you can't reach and when it's there you grow used to it like a pair of shoes.

Ölsknfök

So it has began. My skin starts to peel of.
First the corners of my eyes crack open, then my eyelid's and under-eye's turn red and the skin of my cheeks and chin starts to turn scaly. Every night it hurts more, and every morning i feel like crying my eyes off, sleep untill it's over.
For six months. I don't know if i'm better of with or with out.

and i'll be watching you

It's funny how just a few words from someone unreal can make you feel like the raspberry juice couloured nailpolish. But i need something real, to be tread by an elephant.

Minor mistakes

But Heli, we are both pullets, and our reactions in life are similar than the incredients of pizza-spice, they support eatch other. But Bene, he's more like dill, he doesn't fit into our pizza-spice so there are conflicts. And i'm not talking about pyramids as i don't like geometrical patterns (gosh i hate analythical geometry!!) at all. Lines need to be soft and gentle, black at white, not the other way around, and both on the ground. I have no idea what i'm trying to say with all that dill and other nonsense, but we can forget it, and just think that i'm a bit hungry even though i don't like dill, it only makes potatoes worse. So yeah, i don't believe in breaks either, and i don't believe there is any return from this one, at some point we just decited that we want nothing from eatch other and that's it, it's all falling into bit-universum, where it began. I don't need bene, i need something else to think about.
Actually, it's not even interesting so why are we talking about it?

it's dated one and a half years ago.. and i'm not sure if i'm still fully free.

i miss being a tree

and many other things too.
Last night we talked about time and loads of things that i can't recall for sure. The moment when two people can poke your face and pull your legs.. literally pull them.. and you have no idea what happened when you wake up to throw up, may not be worth all the money, but it makes you realise your life might not be all that shit. Untill you come home at 3pm to find your underaged sister already drunk and house full of people you don't know.
I don't want my sisters life, i just want mine to be a bit more.. offline?