The Day Ella Wore a Dress

My dear, dear, dear Ella ... The day you decided to wear the dress, I took it off, I had to,
for my knowledge that it was just a dream, and Moses is less then a millisecond in your long dream, in my long dream ...
and he said "miracles can only happen when believing in leading and right decisions", and in fact, it was the only option i had, so i re-turned back to fangfoss trying not be afraid from the light in the dark. My dear Ella, you and your beautiful peach yellow dress, you borrowed from Tori, delightedly given with melodies.
A woman's life, Ella's life, your life in one day, your whole life in just one day, a fate you become its master, a silence you decide to break and keep it later on..
My beautiful Ella, on which bed you will lay on ? Which mirror will reflect you before you look at ? Will you lose your head if it happened you were wrong ? Are u making a proffessional salad ?
Oh Ella, who are you ? where do you come from ?
Should I love the me in you ? should i see it ? should every page of your hours release this pressure of me ? and the icicle melts away ?
My lovely Ella, you wore a dress on a very usual day, it was monday, only monday... a magical dress you thought it would change your life, move you back to the city and its fancy lights where your happiness lies, your happiness lies...
Dear oh Dear, what happened to that dress you never wore again ? is it still covered with dirt and thrown on the ground ? are you clean now ? clean of every steam ?
What happens when I reach the last page ? Is it a happy ending ? Am i satisfied for Ella's begining? for seeing the drastic reality of me ?
she's not preaching though, nor am i, but i miss her cup of coffee, the sun on her face, the backyard, humming birds... but nothing burns the same ...
But when ill find Ella, when ill find Life, ill let you know
for now im just licking ideas,words, lyrics and glass
I did my best, it wasnt much
i couldnt feel, so i tried to touch
ive told you the truth, i didnt come to fool you
...

My White

I like my clothes today,
Im wearing my skin,
the one that belongs to me
only my skin
and it makes me feel beautiful
again.
Oh my love !
What can i say ??
What possibly can i say more ?
I shall write on the blank again
even if "happiness isnt enjoyable"
but i am blank
i am white
i am wearing my skin
my white beautiful skin
again.
This time the blank is not
a synonym for emptiness
Oh my love, my muse
My misdemeanor !
Im happy with my emptiness
im happy, see
"Misery motivates, not Utopia"
:)