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caut: supapă pentru gânduri.

drowning

i met you and then silence struck. thick, green silence like the color of your eyes. almost like smeary fireflies. and then morning came. with its restless sky. then night covered the ground. and we talked. like witty ants under sappy dandelion leaves. little nothings in search of everything. we thought we'd change the world. we thought we'd start a revolution. and make them, people, stop destroying. the world, the others, and themselves. quite a plan for two little ants. we'd better take the train and leave for the moon. two one-way tickets for two basket cases.

yes, whisper it in my ear.
you are my basket case.
we've got our own mental institution.
who needs marriage anymore.
let's start a revolution.
with blacks, with whites,
with tall and short,
with girls and boys,
and inbetweens.
with young and old,
and dead, and dreamers.

my third personality.
let's make it jump higher.
shove the normal off.

i went to the farm market the other day. remember? that perfect sunny sunday day. i filled my basket case with grapes. local season fruit. it's what they say: think globally, act locally. and all i pray for right now is for the farmer not to crush the ants when she'll pick up the dandelion leaves. morning smoothies can be very sad if you mix crushed ants in them. all the ants want is to be left alone. 

i am your only basket case.
chase me, chase me, chase, chase, chase ..
handmade, wooden, basket case.