Who I am...

''Stay, that's not the time... Stay just for a while... Till the shine of sparks in lunar dust... In this hotel room let's admire ourselves again... Before you go out home, let them tremble silver air... And the tears will flow quietly, because I wanna stops you... Like a magically enchanted time, a drop of golden amber... I'm learning of you by heart... Impatient fingers, desperately by heart... Widely closed eyes I greedily read again... The whole sentence by sentence... Yes I know... Now it's time to go... Although the two shadows on the wall want to continue dancing stubbornly... Time rushes inexorably... The clock strikes parting, don't withdraw small tips... Wonderful two moths around a hot light bulb... Before you slip stealthily and swollen dam burst... Hold me tight, once again, as still possessed...'' I don't know who I am already.. Once the time comes, and I know... Dobra koniec z tym angielskim, na dzisiaj wystarczy..  Tak więc, no.. Em.. Nie wiem kim jestem, kim chce być.. Co chce robić. Czuje jakąś pustkę, która narasta z każdym dniem.. To coś takiego czego nie da się opisać słowami ;c