There’s a girl I met today. She strikes a match in my blood. Her eyes are dark and beautiful, like the midnight moon shining through her mind. She says, ‘my name is Jèjev; but everyone just calls me Jenny.’
Oh her voice is sweet like sugar cane, wrapped around a gentle tune. She talks to me, and I to her. Each moment passes like hours, stuck on an angel I met in flesh. She serves my coffee, and I drink it fast, just to make sure she has to come back.

I know I do this to myself. Falling for a girl that doesn’t even notice my heart beating… though I wish I could just feel her against me. The closest I seem to ever reach to falling in love lies within strangers; yet those who know me best I don’t care to love.

I bargain for the money, just to buy a drink, to sit next to her again and think: ‘what if only if I wish I could if I only could.’ Today unfurls like a wool blanket: it keeps you warm but just a little to rough to get comfy. If I could dream the world, my dreams would be empty, except for the cries of lust running through our veins.

We live in a world of one time thrills and always growing pills. Drinking all we can, till our lips go numb.
The world spins, why, I don’t know. But when it comes down to it; what does it matter? All this deep complex knowledge, learning why the world does what it does; how our mind allows us to work, while I sit and wonder what the f*ck does it matter? You can tell me that you know why we are here. I don’t care. There’s no reason to be alive unless you want to live.
I want to talk to her.
I want to see her.
I just want to know, if I stand a chance. Cause if I do, damn let me fight, cause I’ll fight for that chance to go through, until my last dieing breathe.

And if I don’t, then it’s just the same story again, the same ending again. The same little hope that broke me into pieces I don’t know how to fix. Why my cries force me to sleep, I do not know. But if I could hear my eyes, they would tell me to go to bed, to rest my head, and my heart; and just hope that some day something comes out the way it looks.

I realize by now that I jump around, subject to subject, girl to girl. I just want to get every little detail in as they flow through my mind, so I can best attest to you the reason for my cries. I love the little things of life; all the little tiny magnified memories of each and every person, all with their own wishes and dreams, somehow meeting up at the end of this ‘grand scheme’ of things that I have heard so much about.

I call this day to an end, with nothing left to say. I will say more, on another day, when I know for sure where to lend my heart. Perhaps not then, that day may never come, but once I know where to go, I’ll tell you were I went.