13 de junio de 2012

Fuck off.

It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all the bad stuff back, so you can have the good.

12 de junio de 2012

There you are

This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never tought you'd be doing something like this. You never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it, as... like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, or who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know what kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kinda like it being like this; fighting the cold and feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting trhough to your skin. And feeling the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talk about in the books that you haven't read. This is you. Who would have guessed it? You.

-My  life without me.

6 de junio de 2012

My Darling.

Life's short. It ain't made to think about what to do. Sometimes you just have to feel. Take the chances it offers you. Maybe they are not the ones you want, but they can take you to the place you would like to be, doesn't it?

I don't know if all this is taking me there, but I can see the chance of being happy, so, why not? Let's just try it.