and there is silence.
the silence that makes your head spin
with thoughts of life your self
and you are there
and here by yourself. a blood rush. separated from the rest you are the rest and the circle closes.
understood no strange honest strange.
what are the words probabilities i love to calculate
there words i look for.
literally. now i remember nothing from history. only what i feel is what is.put words in which and any order i will still rub my questions on your face.
niina turtola 2012