Hurt, broken and crushed by life, Rado knows only violence, aggression and the lack of love in people. Escape, momentary solace and deliverance from oneself. Belonging nowhere, searching for warmth, ignoring the pain, the bleeding open wound on the chest. Filling the void with frivolous acts, hooliganism, and an unwillingness to graduate, to leave the place he can return to, as opposed to the place he should call home, the place he's been erased from and seemingly not exists. Walking with frozen feet, hungry and thirsty for hope and an unquenchable desire to be loved and to love. Always in starting position, ready to run, being chased by something or chasing something.
Found, experienced and changed, love, quelled the storm, clearing the fog in the boy's heart and soul. Shattering and crushing the notions of a long-awaited salvation, leaving a memory of a dream that almost came true. The boy's dried tears, suffocated by the pressure and weight of his feelings, unable to breathe, dying unexpressed and unseen. The doomed boy, feeling and touching the so desired, standing on the other side of the door, chased and unwanted, unable to hold the unbelonging, uncontrollable and unattainable feeling running through his fingers, love.
(And yes, Ivan Ivanov is truly a very handsome man)
Hurt, broken and crushed by life, Rado knows only violence, aggression and the lack of love in people. Escape, momentary solace and deliverance from oneself. Belonging nowhere, searching for warmth, ignoring the pain, the bleeding open wound on the chest. Filling the void with frivolous acts, hooliganism, and an unwillingness to graduate, to leave the place he can return to, as opposed to the place he should call home, the place he's been erased from and seemingly not exists. Walking with frozen feet, hungry and thirsty for hope and an unquenchable desire to be loved and to love. Always in starting position, ready to run, being chased by something or chasing something.
Found, experienced and changed, love, quelled the storm, clearing the fog in the boy's heart and soul. Shattering and crushing the notions of a long-awaited salvation, leaving a memory of a dream that almost came true. The boy's dried tears, suffocated by the pressure and weight of his feelings, unable to breathe, dying unexpressed and unseen. The doomed boy, feeling and touching the so desired, standing on the other side of the door, chased and unwanted, unable to hold the unbelonging, uncontrollable and unattainable feeling running through his fingers, love.
(And yes, Ivan Ivanov is truly a very handsome man)
