48 volley.
It does not always happen as you want. As one said: "Either immediately good or later." I do not argue, I probably came up with my loneliness from hopelessness, not having access to your skin. Not that, this is an important important thing for another, I still have access and since you are not selling the DEMO version of "us" may not be complete. I will continue to pick the keys, maybe you will be lucky and my efforts will find meaning. I am a noise under your windows in the night. You are a cipher from incomprehensible numbers.
They say all the sins are listed in the Bible, but it seems to me that one is missing there. Sin is when you have feelings strong and it seems as if the heart is thrown on the body, and you are not something to confess, even do something afraid. If you do not try, then exactly can "do nothing".
I was asked a question: "What would be if not that night spent together?". Perhaps thoughts were not tasted with you. I will not splash, stay with you honest. Behind my window is the same weather for yours, in your eyes the same nature as in my. I became the last not becoming the first of our film, but do not worry, I looked at it for us. I took away all four cameras for you in my heart, come and live if you want. I will wait for the inserted tightly, I will wait for you days and nights while my body will continue his crusade.
We have one and the same sky and many years ago we started flying. I have sailed in clouds for a long time, and when I saw the light, you were. Perhaps this is nothing more than a case, but maybe the misties of fate. I am a fatalist, and you are beautiful. Hear?
I would be silent if I hadn't got crazy. To be closer to the stars stand on the roof, which, by the way, can be seen from your window.
Either first good or later? I do not think so. I will do everything to "well" and "tomorrow" were not divided. I live my hoists and try to shoot my "movies". You are my morning, the air, takeoff, rain captivity. You are for me a special letter "N". You are my cry, thought, idea, happiness you. But you are, but there are just dreams, they are empty as weightlessness.
48 volley.
Evpatoria.
Love.
