Darkness. Sea. Frames. Anger. Disbelief. Daylight. Morning. Reflections. Laughter.
Maybe he is so evil that he attracts all of these tragedies. He wonders.
As things became more hectic in his life, he started fading out. He began to lie to himself, it wasn't fair, he hates it now.
One day he met this mysterious girl and she was beautiful too. He looks closely at her eyes, a nice light shade of blue.
They both are a little older, from the things they have been through. Experience, as they say.
But one of them is still hesitant.
He is feeling like his goal is to make these grey skies turn blue. But in the blink of an eye it all could go away. So even if it's just for a twenty minutes, he wants to drive around with her, to be with her.
He thinks about his life in the present, not past.
Funny how few month ago he thought it couldn't be so.
They both are just carelessly lying in this bed of mystery. Hazy. Nobody can reach them.
He never felt more comfortable with his face so close to hers.
No pressure, no rush, just the two of them. He is still never sure what kind of games she's playing. Chess is a dangerous game, he knows. Difference.
See! He lives outside the city, where there's nothing to do. He just looks around for a meaning of life, while he's sitting on his lawn.
Days gone by. They both start to know each other a bit. At least that's what he thinks.
So here it is, listen!
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He hopes that she can understand his honesty. He tells her no matter what, he's gonna be there for her. She just has to ask! She maybe doesn't want to believe it, but that's true.
She doesn't have to believe it, but he thinks about her every single day. He sings about her every way cause she is the perfect melody. She is his Muse.
He knows the world isn't perfect. But to him, she is everything now. His little light of sunshine, he is holding to..
What he sees in her eyes words can't explain. He just thinks, that she is the most beautiful person, and he wants her to know that, to hear that.
He likes her music, but at the end of the day he knows he doesn't really know her yet...
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He is looking at her, at her eyes. He feels like his heart has stopped beating.
But she just laughs at him.
When the night falls all around them and beautiful music is creating peaceful atmosphere,
He leans forward and whispers in her ear "Magic, Ty jesteś bardzo, bardzo piękna".
She just smiles and says nothing.
He said he will make her smile for the simple fact he just loves it.
He will make her smile just so he can sleep next to her and look at it.
Yet, he still sits alone with his twisted, sick mind and thinks.
Is he really different then the others before him, is he special in any way. Is he even any good...
But isn't that exactly what every single asshole thinks about himself?
He doesn't know and it is out of his powers to get to the answer of this. This time he can't do it alone...
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Silence.
