Rider on the storm.

I knew, I should go to bed. Like a kind girl my mum used to bring up. It was the most flashing, making me speechless display. With the accompaniment of Massive Attack's weightless, honeysuckle kidney music, I was watching the far away storm. The dancing lightnings, showing the uncut, tranquil, radiate mass of clouds. Then there, a ridicously small plane appeared. A chloroform on the night mare's sky. It was heading right towards the theatre. Who could suppose, there will be someone watching them both. How limited thinking. I dunno like it at all, because those in the plane may have thought, everyone's sleeping innocently in their so small as chromazones from this height beds. In my case-no thing more confusing. I would give almost everything in return for to be on that plane. Because it will be awesome for sure to feel ecstasy-XTC and see this gunmetal view. A blink, a dark shadow in my eye, a bliss in the endless whole inside of me. '''You can't shot me hurricanes''' Yeah more sweet narcosis. Don't you tremble only thinking about it. [?] I do. No one could catch me. No one could do. No one was able to. But that was a butterfly caught. Bite my lips. As the tiny machine flew away in peace, I thought, people are a thin obstacle in aspiring the aim. After silently writing this, the sky is blasting out of the future proof sound of the reinforced glass without a break. I'm convinced I'll be falling asleep by the making my mind other from others, after strangers's, decibels. A soft, insane, cold, real thin air's waving round my half shaved legs. It's time to sleep for the bad behaved girls. For this who makes from your head a very messy place. For this crawling on the floor, then smoothly passing on your legs. n up, up...For this never unappeased. For this who says what her soul sings to her, embarrasing you not infrequent with her [kinky] thoughts, intentions. Go sleep, you with the short hair. With a godspeed.