i dont need you now

the perfect square
the perfect circle
the perfect of the imperfectness
like the things i thought to make so perfectly but but succeeded more than imperfectness'
like the day ive dream am no more me
feeling dizzy
the invisible cigaret in between my fingers wish to give some exhaustful thoughts
like flashes running in between the fields of stone ,turning the images to a mosaic of impulsions
ive been dreaming a life not for me
turning round
visions are too old
falling down again
in the vicious ritual
we are waiting again
i don't want to waste
more of my life
i just want to resined
all my crimes
all is my fault
i like to pretend
the cause of my disaster
like life made me the mess ive myself made to me
seemed that the saucepan full of secrets was over flooded
i want 1to feel your silent
want to feel your breathe
only thought i share in my secret place.
secret exhibition
cure for loneliness
dancing with my shadow



(perhaps wat am writing dont make any sense but i dont care)