I press trigger
This strange magic of disappointment,
when you are stuck between things you can't recognise.
When you're about to vomit
but even your heart is so numb so you can't just make a move.
I'm not talking about loneliness.
I'm talking about the time when something ends and you can't take it.
When something has just broken and you haven't understood yet what to do next.
When you're just stuck in the middle
and scared of thinking just because you're afraid of the result - does our thoughts are material?
And I'm fuckin' afraid of thinking of you just 'cause the story can repeat.
Probably, this is what I hate the most -
nothing ever changes.
Everybody stays the same.