Red Flower Pin November

fucking (and necessary)

I'm like that legendary colonel who no one writes. No return address, no address. Trapped in a dense space where floating aimlessly all the words I always want to say, but I never say or say, a prisoner of my circumstances and not others.
I'm slave of my silence imposed by the absence of outside ears. No one listens to me speak because my voice has run dry, turned into a gasp, caged, like a fish without water suffocated. I
shadow of my shadow, and wasteland around. What could grow in barren land, without rain no oxygen, no life?
just me, alone, as a bitch and fucked up as toxic and harmful, mother of a lost generation that seems to be ... You
loneliness, hurts inside without my noticing, as worms, but I need you. Only I can write my first review of nostalgia ...



Audio: Yumeji's theme - BSO In the mood for love