jinx

How dreadful sorrows surrounded by little shortcomings and insecurities. All in one kept like hidden promises. Beings, rule the emotions with some trial&error tapes. Sounds like history repeating itself. Im well prepared for “falling downs”, hence unprepared to hit the ground.
… I hate this kinda talking,with her mouth wide open, slowly slipping chin.. Words getting longer as her neck wrinkles. Hard to describe. A “must” to see., or maybe better not to notice.
Outside door of the broken-mirror-tales, with the back-door of elevator melodies for pop-corn loves. Standing aside and both shall be diminished.
There is a beauty in pain until faith destroys its meanings.
Set up the trap, just near the corner. Keep walking until the solitude get convenienced to stop fooling around. Last words always get longer since all meanings meant to be theirs. Solving issues right? Keep up the good work hun.
Stuck in the strings tied up between heart and mind. People like what they see all at once. Never question the fix-ing part. Giving a shot, as long as harmless needs turn into greedy aims, unless what desired may come,always can be a nightmare occasionally,since actually there are no happy endings in life.
Fever controls actions.
Free of charge emotions.
She does feel things and scares of being responsible of upcomings.
Amnesiac dreams, half-remembered,most unreal & undefined details.This thoughts are running in my mind. Every individual starts like a flower garden. Decorated by beauty. As if multi-colored cannonballs gonna crash on me and explode.
The background is slightly changing then. By the time, all of them ends up with broken flowers and messed up streets. Maybe if dreams were decorated by disappointments in the very beginning, they could not cause any trobule and pain in the very end.

I know what I dont want.