lace and a gun

ran for miles
not even tired
no looking back
no way home
i can't stop now
they are right behind me
never going away

no way

my way of thinking is all messed up.
it makes me twist and grit my teeth.
i am playing games with myself in my silly head.

and a good man will come to me some day
he will make me better
but i would go crazy
even more insane then i was once before.
i would scream in my pillow and to the stars in the sky

but the stars would just laugh
and i would laugh back
someday that good man and i will be up with those stars in the sky and then they wouldn't laugh at us crazy people anymore

a fist to the lips

 stunning photos by lukasz Wierzbowski

photos by Tania Shcheglova and Roman Noven

stand with me

smoke fills my eyes

it stings my soul

it burns like a broken heart

why can't you be with me here

just like it used to be 

my eyelids close

i feel the soft clouds falling from the sky

gently brushing against my moist skin

my white dreams are coming to life

Razor

vogue italia april 2011