H A R D E R (screams P.J. Harvey)

There was this guy, this guy who swept me off into delirium (if i didn't overtake it myself) but then again, i am not sure it was him, whom i wanted it to be . It's insane - the feeling - uncertainty - being thrown to the voice of wilderness - eyeing me - dramatic lingering - on the alert - a hazy shade of the rainbow - alluding to evaporate each second. I don't trust my robust desires, playing me. Safer inside the lithosphere intangible fantasia, vainness.

» ... in high tide or low tide i'll be by your side ...«

~ or else ...