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.

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.

Brave.

"Watching the ships roll in, hoping that I will still be his friend in the morning.
Watching those ships roll by, wishing that I could move this earth if I could for you I would do.

I've got nothing to say. I've got nothing to lay at your feet. I just keep hoping, hope that you will be the man that I couldn't be

Still watching the oceans move. If only I could show you my soul and places I've been. Watching the ocean come, and little girls playing in the sand as I walk,  longing to listen to you talk.

But I've got nothing to say"

Spread Your Wings.

What's next?

Take me back to the night I felt alive.

No dejas de preguntarte que dónde se ha metido todo aquello que fuiste. Gilipollas, deja de buscarlo y ponte a serlo. "El que corría por delante de la vida". Eso te dijo. Lo peor es que no sabes si esto es un momento de flaqueza, por que tu también lo necesitas, o si esto es la realidad y todo lo demás es el guion escrito. ¿Dónde te crees que vas? Es más, ¿dónde te crees que estás? Déjame disolverme en lluvia.

Here we are.

Te recordaban que estaban siempre ahí, trayéndote las risas del nuevo comienzo. Das gracias por ello, por ellas. Otro trago y con ello te las comes. Te das cuenta de que eso es lo que vale. Sientes que te enseñan y que tu no quieres dejar de aprender de ellas. Los abrazos son de verdad. Los besos lo son. Gracias. CM.

"It sucks, you know.

When everything is doing fine, then, it all crashes again?

And the worst part is I really don't want to try and put it all back together again, but i have to."