Talking to myself I collide, in my own world of madness (written the 3rd of August 2010) YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available here.
In a strange dream I saw your face it was like steam I wish I had a sunbeam whenever I'm in disgrace in order to redeem Your skin, so soft, so pure Our love, so natural so immature (written somewhere in 2011) YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available here.
Two solitudes may become one, in a moment in time. I remember your childish eyes, your laughter, your embraces I remember your little hand in mine, us together, seeking animals in clouds, sharing a sweet, innocent Love.
Time does never stop, like the distance between all the words left unspoken, all the questions never asked, all the answers waiting to be given. In your presence I feel better, you once found a shoulder to lean on, I found all the good in me reflected in your smile.
Now you're so different, although you're still the same. Wonder what's been going on in your head, when you daydream, when you're far from me, when you think about your future in fear and uncertainty. Wonder if you ever think of me, of those rare days of pearly splendour.
Remember the flower you once gave me, all the moments you embraced me. Wish you all the best and joy in life, despite the great pain that like mine is written in your DNA. Sensitivity may always be your guide and not your limit.
Love you, soul mate... Take care.
YUKI, AKA PRISMA Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available here. Soundtrack: Give Up The Ghost - Radiohead
When music makes me want to write.When words of others, read in a sleepless night, make me want to vomit my own soul on a blank page just to be part of such turbid splendour.
Doing my best to express my emotions is my way to thank you for just existing, for being somewhere out there, for letting my eyes sail through your thoughts from time to time.
You're wonderful, that's true. But not in the sense of perfection. Your lack of self esteem just makes you greater to my eyes, your darkest hours make your positive feelings glow even more when you recall your memories.
I fall in love with the world any time I get proof that such people exist, that they're walking each day among the others, capable of looking beyond good and evil, hosting them both but still staying above human limits, despite being often submerged by them all.
YUKI, AKA PRISMA TBFKA MUSEUM Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available here. Soundtrack: The Wilhelm Scream - James Blake