intrebare?

the perfect circle of the forever doomed, of the forever banished from freedom..it starts in the incandescent night- my eye of darkness. followed by arrows of sea-like blue i lock myself in shelves of blood and bones and fall into the never ending emptiness of your soul. i rise then in pale shades of skin and search for my only escape - the blossom smile, the warm look, the taste of perfection. the more i feel freedom running through my veins , the more i realize what a mistake i've done. why be free when prison feels so warm?
..and i won't let go.

and I suffer premonitions/confirm suspicions/of the holocaust to come

e absurd iti spun!
..ce?totul.orice.oricand.acum mai ales.e absurd sa-mi spun ca n-are sens pentru ca n-are nici un sens sa fie absurd cand sens gasesti oricand.mai ales acum.sa dezlipesc un gest de absurd e ca si cum ti-as da vreun sens.o sa te pierd printre cuvinte goale [si lipsite de sens] si, plutind in deriva pe un gand absurd, vei ghici..poate..raspunsul la ghicitoarea mea. si cand te voi rupe din mine si cand vei intelege..si cand o sa prind printre clipiri un ultim zambet ratacit ..poate-mi vei ghici absurdul.
n-are nici un sens, nu-i asa?:)