
All i yearn for is still pristine waters. Just glaring at the space. Thinking like i've nevr did. The shame under my skin. Along with all the other stillness. The image you made is a replica of me pristine, of someone i hate. A wishful thinking of utter stupididty. The picture and serenity of envious greenery. A creative way to desire a person i hate, for the colour of the skin, for the replica, for the stupidity thinking, for the things i hate.