Notes

A kiss that was desired but never happened is an unspoken promise of meeting again.
Altough the whole city was shining, stars filled up the sky, I found myself admiring you the most of the time.
Un oras intreg la picioare
Tigari, vin si racoare
Lumini atat de orbitoare
Si-o dorinta...arzatoare.
A durat o clipa sa ma strecor, sa te ador.
Madly words filling up the paper by a storm inside my head
That seem impossible to connect but chaos is pure
Altough in the god's that started the rain eyes
They make sense, the heart pumping so hard it's capable of breaking a rib or two
Or them all, knowing what she had, for a moment
So am I making sense to you now that you know I hold fire in my soul,
Water in my mouth and earth in the heart?
How is supposed anything to make sense
When there's absolutely nothing logical about her or her life
When she controls all the elements and her demons and gives
Her soul as a payment but on her back of her eyelid there's a tattoo that says
That even death can be cheated so she got her treasure locked up with tears and laughter
No science can code her or spells can chain her down and she flows the controlled one
Even the main water that rows her boat is chaos and she herself is chaotic.
She's wild, she's a mess, she's pretty, she's crazy and most of all, she's herself, got her backpack ready to go in space, to go home, to travel 'cause that is what a wonderer does.
Those things add up in her soul and brain and she finds it perfect logical, perfect normal, taking risks, playing it carefully, knowing her nornality can scare the craziest. But she knows she's different from a mad man, as he doesn't know he's ill, but she's completly sick, she's nicotine, old wine, drugs, she's sex, a bottle of champagne drank in the early morning, she's cold water, heroin, a cup of tea at midnight, the favourite song from the whole playlist, she's the Sun, the Moon, what's in between and what will ever be. She's the Universe that lies beneath her, trapped in a flesh prison which it enjoys devouering, using it for several years of guilty pleasures. Her first name is Chaos while her second is Control. Collection of paradoxes.