Polina GazeevaMaybe we will never make it home
Frozen in the middle of a crossroad.
Wondering through the night and can't let go
The holy emptiness that is my soul.
Maybe just blissful ignorance
And trying the best to feel.
Blurry vision and trembling fingers
Whiskey made it seem too real.
Maybe tomorrow it will be gone
Swiping everything away along.
Violent division of past and future
I don't think I will make it home.
So we met again today. Actually, they are still here, staring at me. As always. Once they decide to surprise me with their presence, it is quite hard to make them leave. Mostly, I just need to wait. W
My mind is empty. I am empty. I have nothing to say, nothing to write. Blank. I keep on hoping maybe there is something, maybe if I dig deeper, look closer. But there is nothing. How can it even be tr
So soft and warm you are laying there on my legs. Hugging my thighs with both arms as if they were a pillow under your head. I like the pressure of your body's weight. It presses me down to the bed, a