I gave so many parts of my heart.. my heart becomes more and more something like a shell.. filled with longing shadows instead of mass and blood. I'd like someone to fill in something.
There is a gift in me - compressed. Waiting. Like a monster, or maybe like an angel.
Suffering from impatience of mortal life. But by will. And getting more a monster than anything else..
There is no deadline.. I create one.
I create a lot - no I don't, but I am thinking that I want, but I don't... maybe I should request more.. kneel down in mind and concentrate..