She miss you. Lerysol

about his sincerity, impromptu reading the lines created at breakfast. a feeling of gray cold. Politely. Changing it to the usual old one. Another meeting with the habits of playing in your own way, purring for no more than 1-2-3 nights of continuous, underwater, deep, satiating your predatory to the fullest, and then it is difficult to hide the present. Distancing. It is impossible on stage without rest, you need a sip of the usual smoke spoiled in those very lungs. Yousmoke your pack of crumpled. Skip a couple of jokes of fitting, similar to the answer, smiling at the similar former habitual inhabitants. The price, sorry, is to drop all the things comfortably planned, and give your dedicated heart to his. great… preserved, sifting into more thoroughbred, in abundance. Having affairs, but not so deeply absorbed, immersing herself to the slightest particle of his mood, catching, as if an expert in perfumery, the slightest shades of mood smells. Exalting them above others. In any case, any next torn flap slightly pulls the remaining heat, but it does not hurt so much. Soberly, without pink drawings of his own watercolor of his warm colors. Yes, ill-mannered, especially in a rage, with the dirty boards of a little girl boarded up inside, with huge trusting eyelashes. Not knowing where to rush when in a vacuum and there is nothing to breathe, continuing to circle in fun stretched on merry-go-rounds, hastily assembled with their own hands. I want a shelter with my wild, shaggy, understanding without words. The market is absolutely filled with sharp impudence competitors, those who are more fond of that predatory, with his aggression, subduing, cynicism, hanging with flasks of sarcasm. How many broken birds need one with a grin, for protection, stupid attempts to throw their bridle, to climb, hanging their legs.

      Slammed. “Buddy, bring the bill. For whom? Who will understand? Not all of them, the lines fall out of awareness. Perhaps I need to re-read it, but, like them, I have no time, I am hungry for quick emotions. Champagne, caviar, chocolate – all on me. Announced. Soon. Where is the passport? It seems that I put it myself. Rude. Sharp. Talentless. I spit other people’s phrases. Sarcasm rivers. And with whom to be polite? I read yours, swallowing, thinking, as in the network, in my own attempts to scan the mood. I missed you insanely. Holding my breath. Drowning. Howling. Limbs failing. Senseless. Fool. I need you. With my own… to 2 m, close, large. I want, I want so much to sob, hiding with the top of my head, a little girl. I want to… to make faces like a monkey. To joke with the author’s, to laugh sincerely. Prepare. Kiss with tenderness. Let me send buns. Wake up with an early. Jog at dawn by the ocean. I really missed you so much. To a frenzy. Do you hear? Fly in. Take me, stupid. I want to climb up, chatter, hanging my legs down.”

      Little fool

      The snow sweeps, beats on the warmth, accompanying the tongues of cold, pierces. Testing with enviable periodicity for strength, creeping up with caresses, the wild wag good-naturedly their tails. Something went wrong, something was not enough, a lack of sincerity, a mishmash of bodies in relationships. And in the past, he was as loyal as possible, only indifference inside did not allow him to provide a response. They brought me up, forcing me to read, not rushing to weigh, I quickly get bored with the regularity of the right words, I want delights, songs, champagne foam, dance, dance with my eyes shut, not letting a single thought with the sober ones. Dirty soles on the clean, devalued by their own actions and attitude. The bass thunders, reverberating in the lungs, the body automatically writes out the learned movements. Exalted by weakness, allowing you to slap the ignorant others with the author’s sarcasm. Her own opinion has long been lost, she is replaced by a breeze among the important ones, there is no foundation, she is forced to bend her back behind candy wrappers on plastic, at the same time trying to subordinate admirers to her capriciousness for free. Continuing to row, row, row, gushing with his own importance. Losing sincere devotees along the way, buying temporary ones on sale for half the price. The smell of the flowers given, sorting, bringing to the headboard those that are field with sincerity. Fatigue. Rare attempts to put on display the worn-out external happiness, and then, sticking in the evening, scrupulously counting empty likes. Quoting lines exclusively from others, spied on, laziness and the limitation of the vocabulary to the lace of one’s own thoughts. Confusion among the internal, anarchy of the characters, alternately captivating power over the gray. No tranquility, absent in the absolute. Amusing the hostess with new entertainments, like jesters, crushing each other through each other. Silence. The next domineering try to test, taming with gold, pulling up, luring with windy compliments, alternating inanimate trinkets. Boredom mortal, malignant boredom, requires a holiday yesterday, and today it is aimed at warmth in a bear’s embrace, tomorrow it is hungry again from the lack of public demand. Gray insomnia is mixed with a howl of hunger. Others of the former ones turned off the tubes with oxygen, immersing themselves in the creation for years. And who will pamper you? Moving away from the shamelessly predatory, having had enough of night fireworks. Launching a short-term menagerie for the night with vulgarity, until dawn, after seeing off without coffee, slamming and again in my own star until late, indulging, I liked it so before, I was as disgusted as possible. Achievements, names, nicknames are not recorded. Getting out, squeezing, maneuvering sharply, occasionally oncoming to the oncoming road to wake up, plunging into superficial companies. Understanding the meaning of each flutter of the outer threads of the webs, the nets are scattered like traps on the branches. Distracted from the tinsel of the air. Fatigue is felt. Fear of age is increasingly constrained.

      Slammed. “Bill, please. How are you doing? It’s cold? Miss. The flight is next. Announced. Pore. He waited, splashing. There are more and more cynical examples of couples coexisting. They are cynical in their judgments, washing out kindness even in their judgments. More and more often it smells like sewage in a decent relationship. Accidentally watching at sunset by the ocean, couples, arranging themselves comfortable, marking the boundaries with the number of nods with approval in joint contacts, consolidating budgeting, bed rules with schedules, reset interest from established hopelessness as much as possible. Windy. A little vulgar. Cynical by choice. It is good for its lightness. Tested for loyalty. Funny looks. Spoiled. Sporty hobbies. The possessiveness is wild. Selective in sincerity. Little fool. Selfish occasionally. I only missed it. Will you come? Come with hugs. Capture your tenderness with a smile.”

      Are there such people?

      You need such a stranger. Incomprehensible. Special. Eccentric? Self-sufficient. Generous. Cheerful. Kind. Indulgent to whims. Not like others. Predatory. Bright. Charismatic. Caring. Self-nourishing. Loving. Tall. Big. Ambitious. Strange? Stranger? Stranger by the fire. Frozen wood of hypocrisy. Proclaiming loneliness, if without similarity. In the glimpses of the fire, trying to see those who are alike, a little bit, a thread, a cell, a little similar. into the fire – let them crackle, but they will dry out. Scattering the accumulated diamonds, they are worth nothing in the complete silence of the vacuum. Only stars, splashes of the sleeping ocean, tangerines, silence with sand. But the wounds that are with them nourish the bandages. He howled coldly, asking to leave his loved ones. Punishing the shameless, predatory, ill-mannered, at the first stage, not letting their sewer stupidity come closer. There are them, strange, not subject to influence, absent in the nets, with their own opinion, without haste, they do not voice aloud, more often observing the habits of others, sifting. Ridiculous are fears, clogging the planks of the closets of the past, attempts to bury, forgetting that sprouts always break through the rubble of cobblestones, fear of dating, fearing submission, no courage. Grinning, driving into hysterics, only to indicate the boundaries of politeness, it is common for spoiled people to break the boundaries out of boredom. Sometimes, plunging into the circus of gallopers, choosing an angle to capture the successful, participating in the emptiness of the, they select after, swarming, one out of a thousand for external likes. They were brought up by shamelessly irresponsible parental invested greatness, significance, lulled by windy compliments, and then, abandoning one, spreading their paws as much as possible in bewilderment, similar to how after the five-year plan of the higher without a parachute they abandoned with obsolete luggage, unclaimed. Stepping along their own path, whistling with a smile. Immersing themselves in the new, testing hypotheses exclusively in practice, turning off their own clues of smells. Mirroring, mirroring shamelessly, strangers, picked up on the go. Knowingly