каждый написанный мною текст порождает бабочек в животе, а затем их ест.

could've been should've been one, two,three, but recently something has happened to me
everything always came easily but today i woke up and felt nothing
could it be that finally finding out that there's absolutely nothing to shout about
faced with the choice of just losing my voice i'd just rather shut up and say nothing
(c)

@темы: увиделпобедил, гармонии красоты, записки на полях