I'm Sitting on the edge of the cliff.
I get up and walk over to that man. The one that is always
there lately.
I know him. I definitely know him. But I can't recognize his
face.
We dance. We dance to the most amazing music. Fast, slow,
everything.
I can feel his heart pounding against my chest.
Whenever he pushes me away I feel my heart staying with his,
Torn from my chest.
Whenever he pulls me towards him I go back to life.
I feel his eyes on mine - and yet I can't really see them.
I feel his arms on my hips - and yet I can't really make
them out.
I smell him. I feel him. I taste him.
And yet - he's a blur.
I wake up... And remember each detail. |
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.