Brasil is Russian

"it's all your fault, you called me beautiful. You turned me out and now I can't turn back. I hold my breath because you are perfect but I am running out of air and it's just not fair.

I'm trying to figure out what else to say to make you turn around this way. I feel like we could be really awesome together, so make up your mind cause it's now or never."

Time

Time slipping through my hands. Slipping through yours. Sometimes it stands still and I am stuck. Stuck in a moment. Rays of light from the window brush my skin and turn into shadows and I'm just a little bit older. Frozen. I feel frozen in the melting heat. A paradox of existence in a time where physical and metaphysical do not mix. You. You just watch. While a battle goes on. A battle of time and life. One wants to stand still, the other needs to go on. An epic with no end, no final battle, no resolution. Only a buildup.

My Inspiration

Take me there...