IRC-Galleria

Yell me my name and I am yours,
maybe I do not just immediately but when you get in to my innermost soul,
and tackle well on me I might let you touch my sensitive feelings.
maybe sometimes they are in your hands.
Do not drop them.
because if you break my feelings, you break me the same time
Now I am going to be silent.
I do not reveal anything.
I will enduring next year as a woman,
I do not kick or trample me narrow crack as I before did.
Now I live for this year.
Then I change the place of residence out of here
and I forget the old teasers weighing in my mind.
and will continue to move forward.
maybe I grow up on this year.
I hope so.
I want to just grow up.
even though I know that everyone says "there is no rush to adulthood"
however, I am still a child.
who is dreaming.
who is living in a fantasy world.
who wants to receive the Prince of my dreams
Now I understand what Mom always said when warned not to dream of a future to myself in my life,
life should live, not only to dream that it will be realized.