my lipstick thinks...

... and she's so glad that in the middle of her messy head there's something like one, lost thought. I on the beginning of the very rocky road with hope and with the soul shaking on my arm. Looking into the future, working for my dreams and trying to be happy.

fairy enough?

lipstick thinks that somehow, she's got no clue what's going on around her. she's in relation, bloody good and bloody complicated one, but still she's not single, but she can't stop thinking about somebody. about somebody who's such close and so far at the same time.

and lipstick wonderes is it possible to love somebody but to have some crazy thoughts about another person?

and is it really possible to get through men's brain?

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