Friendly fire
I do not fear to fight even a thousand devils on a battlefield. It’s my aim that worries me. Stand close!
I do not fear to fight even a thousand devils on a battlefield. It’s my aim that worries me. Stand close!
I am colour blind. My heart, like in black and white. Film flickering. Street lights, stage lights. The people, extras passing by. Through the window of a bar, a couple in love. A pretty girl everywhere. A glass of wine. Two, three. Voices from an open window on third. Slow, fast, slow, but without the music….
Quest. Windmills. Love. Pain. Fears. Caution. Masks. Opportunities. Moment. Passed. Suddenly, and again, all the world’s a stage… I’m a really bad actor. Be. Love. Simple. Hero.
Love ephemeral makes no sense to the human heart.