morgana

Imala sam puno igračaka kad sam bila mala. Sjećam se omiljenog robota – imao je ekran na prednjem dijelu i rakete na glavi koje su se mogle ispaljivati. Sjećam se i velike pande, i dvije lutkice, plave i roze. Roza je bila omiljena, pa sam njome uvijek tukla plavu. Sjedila sam iza vrata, sa sjajnom maramom s resama na glavi, krala mamin karmin, potajno se šminkala i plavom lutkom tukla rozu. Da mi igračke ne bi dosadile, mama bi svakih nekoliko mjeseci krila od mene neke od njih, pa kad mi dosadne jedne, davala mi je te sakrivene što je […]

I am giving you permission to sink your teeth into my skin, rip open my chest and fill me up with your poison. Crack open my rib cage and free those butterflies that have been locked in for so long. Dig your nails into my soul, give me a dose of your mind and I'll allow you to consume every part of me.

To be patient you said, how long is that? My empty words bled, were your ears always deaf? Time changes nothing it just goes in circles. Just hollow, frightening, we lost our purpose. And time has told me nothing, I have waited for so long. Time has told me nothing, it just stops whenever you go.