don`t ask me what I came here for

...met this blue-eyed shy/shiny pierced/ing creature and fell into her music/voice fell into watching her so calm
...tired of denying myself useless emotional kind of rag-doll
...have a nice flight "mom" meanwhile I`ll enjoy my blood flooding those pants cause it`s not in my nature to admit pain so bring a toast on your way to heaven and we`ll hang there for awhile sipping bitter tea
...see I`ve trained myself so good during those years now I`m unable to enjoy people and myself. we just come and go, and that`s all. can`t feel anyone`s presence. then why am I so fucked up when they`re gone?!