I would be crying tears of laughter
If I could see me smile again
I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
I still believe my eyes, but all I see is my blindness
I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
I still believe my ears, but all I hear is lasting silence
Like a disciple of a witness
I judge upon my sacred eye
Still found the origin
In what's left of me inside
Ca I call this my burden
Or is this just my dream to fly ?
Weaker, weaker every day
I forgot my urge to fly away
And is my life as bare as it is ?
Cold and lonely enough ?
Have you achieved what you were longing for ?
Sad enough this cannot be undone
I drop my eyes and shiver as I see
The reflection in the mirror of me
Have you given up, my friend ?
Forgiveness be mine
____________________
I am the unmaker... I bring death to the beautiful dawn.
Problema numeris du: panašu, kad reitingo taškai skaičiuojami pagal informacijos bitus (nepriklausomai nuo informacijos tipo). Tai dėl tų nuotraukų aš gavau kokius 120 tūkstančių reitingo taškų. Very concerning.
Okey, Hjustonai, mes turim fantastišką problemą. Norėjau įkelti smagių nuotraukų apie Peter Hammill. Neįvertinau jų rezoliucijos. Panašu, kad sulaužiau visą PH puslapį dabar. Serveris nepaveža tiek informacijos?
Tai dronai, tai oro balionai... Jau net nebesinori niekur keliauti kai tokie dalykai vyksta Kas įdomu, kad ir Amerikoj skrydžiai tarp valstijų stringa, tarsi paraleliai, bet dėl kitų priežasčių. Bet visas pasaulis dabar dega, rodos.
6 ryto su Flixbusu išvažiavau iš Rygos, dabar jau namuose... puiki naktelė buvo. Kontrabandininkai jau ne pirmą kartą pašiko ant mano kelionės planų, honestly. Pirmas kartas baigėsi su pradurtom padangom prie Senosios Varėnos
2008 m. vasario 25 d. 17:23:00
If I could see me smile again
I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
I still believe my eyes, but all I see is my blindness
I still reach for the stars, but all I touch is my horizon
I still believe my ears, but all I hear is lasting silence
Like a disciple of a witness
I judge upon my sacred eye
Still found the origin
In what's left of me inside
Ca I call this my burden
Or is this just my dream to fly ?
Weaker, weaker every day
I forgot my urge to fly away
And is my life as bare as it is ?
Cold and lonely enough ?
Have you achieved what you were longing for ?
Sad enough this cannot be undone
I drop my eyes and shiver as I see
The reflection in the mirror of me
Have you given up, my friend ?
Forgiveness be mine
____________________
I am the unmaker... I bring death to the beautiful dawn.