light threads connecting two
but what if the shawl you have been knitting
to keep you warm has holes in it
and what if you cant let the nodes drop
and fix and fill the gaps
and what if filling has no damned sense
would it not have to work like for others
you meet, you fall, you love
you know, you feel secure
you are asked, you answer
and yeah, like in the stupid film that goes in the background
you dont want to be asked either how i feel
i dont want to feel
'a tökéletlenség teszi különlegessé'
gosh, im confused. not even sure about what life do i want to live.
words words words
time time time
(gone to an island.-then, we will see)
