I thought I could make it.I thought I could distinguish my real feelings but I'm not sure now.
I'm trapped between ethic position and tremendous astonishing feelings.
Emotions are unstable. It's like I got on the rollercoaster which is looped.Up and down.Flying high, falling in the dark pitch like a shot.
I said what I meant to say, nevetheless it's not what I desire... just how it meant to be by the book.
Who knows how, who knows what I sense. Something like a possession envelops me, pushing me to quarrel my
inner life. Unleashing the whirpool instead of taking a grip on myself.Trying to cork up raging thoughts.Hoping that the biggest mistake wasn't done and you're still looking ahead to experience me...