F-I-N-I-T-E
I am looking at the fading sun wondering how I didn't notice the day pass. I am looking through the mirror and I can't remember the reason you chose to love me.
I want to live, but I can only wait until the moment I die, until every particle that comprised my brain becomes the part of something new. Until the soul God gave me is turned to chemistry and reactions.
I want to keep a piece of the world buried within my heart, cling onto it with desperation.
my biggest enemy is time passing by
my biggest fear my unavoidable decay.
Yeah, I guess I am used to people not recognising me. To tell you the truth, deep inside I must've known all along; fame is just a fucking whore and gets laid only by those who appear on the screen. It came with the benefits of the profession.
Last week an old lady stopped amidst the crowded street of the market. She was holding a bag filled with groceries in the one hand, another one filled with green apples in the other. Thoroughly examining me with wide aqua eyes.
I felt happy when she asked me an autograph. During the first months after the incident, it was the compassion of whoever still remembered me who kept me alive. So, I signed with pleasure. To Lily, with love. Here, ma'am.
The lady left excited, stating that she had bought all of my albums.
My albums. Of course.
Fuck yeah.