True Story Just Stolen From #life... -Granny, had you a doll? -yes, Honey, I had. Her name was Nelly, she had long hair and dark eyes made of buttons. I loved her lots... In 1921 we ate her, she was filled with oat. I cried lots...

I know our sole is made of water. Show it..cry. I'm sure any wish is reachable. Take it...try. I know that anything we give will back twice. But anyone who hurts will turn to ice...

War So short and no sense. It wasn't my pain. It wasn't my fear. I didn't see things clear. I didn't feel sadness. I always hoped it's SOMEONE'S. I whispered:"Poor people". I hoped:"It will stop". We always trust-It's not about us. When it's closer then ever. I feel guilty and no fear. I can't forgive me My normal being. It stops all plans &joy It ruins, kills, destroy It grows our kids so fast. They won't forgive and trust. And cleaning our minds this word eat our #life's.

Polar Connected. I Know My Silence Make You Talk, My Diet Make You Eat, I'm Sure Distance Make Us close but closeness kills a bit. How can it be that white is black and hotness is so cold? Remember if so polar love, that's really true and strong!

Bright and dead, falling down in a slowly dance, Autumn lives make me feel bluesy and no sense. Painting world in a style of Impressionism Autumn brush's messy moves feed my pofigizm.