it's like i am a funhouse, full with fallen angels and evil clowns
But starting with the beginning...
Everyday i was hearing: change,move,trade, change again!But like it or not, i was used to it! Changing a smile, faking fuzzy things, hiding feelings, catching words before they came out, censoring the unusual thoughts, creating a charming box which was like a prison for everything that should be forbidden and of course, developing weaknesses from nothing. But latly is like everything banned was given a shot...a sweet shot and then the gun will be reloaded..non-sense or too many senses in a twisted dark upsided not mine world...
Continuing from where i ended..
...the innoncence, the saint image, the barrier between good and bad...In different circumstances everybody can sin! Can deadly sin! even that good girl full of secrets that wants badly a perfect wicked role!
Ending like...
wanting to close the eyes and erase every wrong move, every impulse of doing something bad with good intentions, stopping the urge of satisfying vices or sick minds!
My roles wont hurt kids or animals...having a leverage upon everything is like closing a pact at crossroads..giving you years...
...and i dont even like clowns!