I don’t compose big words
My dictionary is simple
But I hope I can get my feeling across
Sitting with a sensation of beauty
My fingers are softly trembling
In solitude, and my eyes got teary
Every note vibrates with every cell in my body
Hearing the passionate cry of a symphony
Crafted with magic
And I’m in awe
Like a light that tears open the curtain of blindness
Aahh… a rainy afternoon. Feels pretty nice and relaxing now that the heat’s gone and has been replaced by a cool and gentle air. It’s just me and a cup of hot sugar-free coffee, and most importantly, the internet. What a perfect afternoon indeed. Now where in this vast and deep universe of the internet can i go have an adventure to? YouTube perhaps?
Yes, yes. YouTube. What could possibly go wrong?
Oh hey, what’s this? A Russian song? Tri Poloski? You mean Adidas?
And then I clicked on the video.
And just like that, my day has become 100x better. Yes, yes. Cyka Blyat.
Crackling sounds from the burning fireplace
Moonbeam through the dust on the window
Worry is sleeping in this gentle air
Peace settles in, a quiet house where we belong
The earth below is overheating with hate
But we have our ears spoiled by a lullaby
thunders are roaring
tired shoulders are carrying buckets of water
blizzard is freezing children’s tears
many people are carrying the weight of the world
We are here laying down
Waiting for the next soul to arrive
Will the stars still be in the same position
if she told him how she feels?
Will the future be let out of the ocean?
Will the dust be swept from her mirror?
Before the boat arrives and takes him away
And the old man comes to read her all her mistakes
Questions bubbling inside
While she sits on the warm sand
Under the soft orange milk twilight
She looks over the horizon and asks
“Is it time already?”
How much longer can she wait?
Are you there?
Am I being spied on?
Is somebody watching while I’m typing?
Cause I want to tell you
About my wishes
About what’s holding me back
And I want you to know
I want someone to know
That I’m too afraid to state my dreams
A long list of dreams…
I’ve been keeping these desires at bay
Too much of a coward to look at them in the eye
And yes, this has been keeping me safe
But nothing good comes from it
This room has made me too comfortable
I’ve become too good at not caring
This has been going on for too long
I want to get out
But I can’t stop the images from painting themselves
of what might happen to this loser
who doesn’t know much
of what’s the worst that could happen
I’m not built for any of that
I can’t leave this mess without anyone knowing
There’s too many wrongs I have to fix here
So I have to stay
I want to stay