things are waiting for her
and she's waiting for things

but she's living today
waiting for things
that will take place tomorrow.

always one day ahead

she anxiously waits for today to end.
just wishing the next day to come.

maybe when today becomes yesterday
she'll realize that waiting is taking nowhere.

Too much love song

Next time you make me do it
I’ll kill you, babe.

I’ve processed all in my head
I’ve planed it all in my mind.

There are hundred different ways for a man to die

I’ll suffocate you with your own pillow,
Or make you drink a poisoned wine.
Maybe I’ll cut you with that knife.

It’s not hate, honey
I just can’t stand too much love.

I love you so much that it makes me wanna punch you in the stomach.

I’ve already tried the shrink
But I’m afraid I’m hopeless
Sorry, it’s you or me.

I promise you a nice funeral.
I’ll dance and sing a love song in memory of us.

It’s not hate, sweaty
I just can’t stand too much love.

It’s your fault for driving me crazy.
I always told you too much love could kill you.

choices...

Only meant to be through your decisions,
Good or bad paths will take you different places.
But there’re no such things as right choices,
Only moving one piece of all the possibilities.
No exact science.

Just don’t be still. Move.
By your feelings, by your mind, heart.
Don’t be still.

Been selfish can also be a choice.
Cause no one has got you point of view.
So do as you wish, get what you want.

You’ll never be what people expect,
But you can choose your own mistakes.
Who could ever say they can’t take you someplace interesting?

Window

There is one in every room.

Or there should be.

Won't hang on every wall,

But only where there's something to frame/ outside.

What do you see?

Is it the gray sky?

Sad and dropping small portions of water?

I've heard... if you put your hands outside, 

Tears will take your sorrows.

It's closed now. Almost.

Sun shines into the room.

Can you see it drawing a tree's shadow?

Dancing around you.

Some told me dancing shadows would make you happy.

It's open, once more.

There are curtains.

Seems they are alive when moving with the wind.

You can fell it to.

It's written somewhere breeze can take you 

Where you want to go.

Do you ever fell like going outside?