would you dare ask the important questions?

i am a dreamer and these days i wish to have the time of my life. i always make the best of everything, i dream of a full-of-snowflakes night, good music and hope.
i always dream. i wish to live it fully, i wish to be myself as often as possible, i wish i could go sleighriding. i wish i could have snapshots, colorful and fuzzy, just as if i got lost in that movie. i wish to see you smile, i wish i could lose it and feel comfortable about it. i wish i shut up and felt it deeply, i wish.
i wish i had no wish that involved anyone else but me.

me, myself and I

i am the sum of everything that has ever happened to me, my head is full of what my closest friends believe(and i find it hard to differentiate between my ideas and theirs), i crave a life presented on imgfave. i am part of the colored generation, one of the smart, tough ones in there and i insist to have my dearests always close, i'd run over anything, even myself, to see them well, i always do, forever will.

one of the few things that is definitely and unmistakably mine is the determination with which i follow my instincts, my heart and how i do whatever i feel like doing. also, the seriousness that i reveal while sticking to what i believe and wish for. i aim high and i don't forgive my weaknesses easily, i never let things loose.

i feel fine being the centre of attention, i fear not what the others think, i fear the power of the mind. mine and yours.

happy is my best make-up. peeking into the days of Christmas.

Like most beautiful things, she wanted to be seen. And she got better looking everyday;
Were I weak or anyhow down, I believed you were my superman tonight;
I treasure a child’s innocent smile like the one of chocolate and oranges;
I stoop to pick the drops of wisdom you randomly pour;
I’m ready to pick my pride up off of the ground, start the fight, stand;
Are you human enough to feel these?
That was the room where i met with my dreams, where i sew my heart;
Oh how I love to walk my legs around the house , perfectly soft and beautifully wrapped in knee-high socks;
I believe in love, I totally believe in what my parents have;
Emotion faded into sentiment that night, I walked child-like, danced smilingly and enjoyed every single snowflake that insisted to die on my face.
He stole part of my happiness right there. He made it all vanish into the distance, melt under the starry sky;
She asked why I wore an anorak, she knows too much;
Any skill levels a sin;
"You have absolutely no mother-taught morals standing in the way of you and your slutiness.";
I’ll be the one holding coffee;
Let’s keep our standards high;
How old he is? You have to cut him open and count the rings;
Instead, he decided to commit;
High compliment, that was;
Life is about making the most of everything you’re handed;
Youthful indiscretion;
Is it snowing? Ah, the world is freezing;
She doesn’t speak when she’s upset, neither do I;
Plans are always subject to change;
I had no one to share unhappiness with, I had no one to ask me to be strong, pick myself up and stand. I was mine only;
I don’t want to live. I want to love and live afterwards, incidentally;
I knew how to say things, I knew how to attack words. Those days...

visare.

Uneori imi doresc sa fiu un fulg de nea.
imi doresc uneori sa cad usor ca si cum singura menire in viata mi-ar fi sa ma preling pe chipuri. As vrea sa port cu mine bucuria unui copil si sa o asez firav pe jos, sa straluceasca in lumina colorata a unui copac infrigurat.
Imi doresc sa zambesc ca si cum toata viata mea ar depinde de asta, sa nu trebuiasca sa am grija de mine, sa te fac pe tine fericita, sa imi ingrop intreg sufletul in bucuria pe care ti-as putea-o curge pe chip. Sa nu fiu eu, sa nu fiu amara sau in vreun fel ingrijorata. Poate mi-ar place chiar sa stiu de unde vin si unde ar trebui sa ma opresc, la ce inaltime.
Imi doresc sa fiu un fulg care sa nu poata vorbi. Sa ma joc cu toti ceilalti fulgii dar sa nu fiu nevoita sa vorbesc. Sa zambesc mereu ca si cum asta mi-ar fi singurul scop in aer, sa nu stie ei ca mi-e teama sa ma topesc acum, sa nu fiu o alta carte deschisa, nici macar una de basme. sa ma pierd in multime, sa fiu singura cu mine.
Uneori imi doresc si sa te pot mangaia, sa iti aud sufletul vibrand un pic. Sunt legata azi de tine fix cu un snur de catifea, dar lasa-ma sa iti picur fata. Incalzeste-ti chipul un pic, nu il mai lasa la inghetat. E ok, mai traiesc un pic, eu fulg fiind.
Tremur, tremur un inceput de iubire, tremur o durere a sufletului si uneori una a degetelor. Cand ma doare chiar sufletul ma caut pe mine. Ma vad stand, ma vad pufoasa, de netopit, ma vad curgand pe pamant ca un fulg bleg ce sunt. Uneori.
Aceste idei catre cuvinte nu erau spre tine.
Mi-ai deschis sufletul. Acum fa-ma un fulg sau nu mi-l ruina.