.Sunt unele momente in viata cand te opresti din tot ce faci si contemplezi anumite momente din viata ta. Unele iti strecoara un zambet subtil ,ascuns de vazul lumii, iat altele o stralucire ciudata in ochi care iti aduce o oarecare melancolie inexplicabila.
Rascolesti intr-una prin colturile prafuite ale mintii si in loc sa dai cu matura, sa le stergi de acolo sau sa le dai la o parte , lasi ca praful sa creasca in densitatea ei si mai tare. Si totul devine intens.
Sunt momente cand te pierzi in personalitatea ta, si te gandesti oare cine esti tu cu adevarat si de ce nu esti asa cum ti-ai dori sa fii in unele faze ale viatii tale. Te gandesti ce ai facut gresit sa nu meriti tot ce e mai bun de pe planeta. Ca doar , pe planeta ta, esti singur nu?
Unoeri te regasesti si in momentele acelea ciudate cand privesti alti oameni regasindu-se si ei prin alte clipe de gandire. Cateodata iti vine sa stai si sa discuti cu cineva despre tot ce iti vine in cap, sa simti ca persoana din fata ta cu care interactionezi te intelege pe deplin. Iti intelege nebunia, si e deacord cu ea.
Daca stai sa te gandesti un pic mai mult, cumva iti aduci aminte segvente din copilarie fara nici un motiv anume. Ceva ce iti vine sa povestesti prieteniilor vechi cu care ai luat parte la fabricarea amintirii sau chiar prieteni noi , pe care ii indemni astfel sa te cunoasca mai bine.
Mai sunt si zilele in care nu vrei sa auzi de iubiri. Nu vrei sa aduci in discutie nici un sentiment frumos trezit la un moment neasteptat de romantic din punctul tau de vedere, nu vrei sa vezi cupluri fericite si superficiale din filme, seriale , telenovele si reclame. Atatea iubiri narcotice!
Uneori urasti, defapt crezi tu ca urasti doar pentru ca iti place sentimentul de suparare , ca iti irosesti energia pe cineva important pentru ca nu a actionat asa cum ti-ai imaginat tu in cap.
Mai sunt zile din an , care personal le prefer. Sunt zilele acelea in care nu iti pasa de nimic din jur. Nu te uiti la meteo sa vezi daca merita sa iesi din casa ca vremea va fii de plaja , sau merita sa te uiti dupa umbrela din debara , pentru maine se anunta furtuna. Nu. Tu esti constient ce vreme e in capul tau. Ce vreme in capul altuciva, nu iti pasa deloc. Oricum asta nu poate sa iti strice buna dispozitie, si nu iti pasa ce doreste lumea de la tine, ce gandeste , ce critica si ce muzica merge in momentul acela in inima lor. Independenta e de ce avem noi nevoie.
Sunt momente cand iti vine sa sari in sus pana atingi cerul , si deabia astepti sa cazi ca sa simti durerea cu care lovesti pamantul. Uni
s-ar intreba de ce ar vrea cineva sa cada si sa simta durerea. Este destul de simplu ... Numai asa poti masura cat de sus ai zburat. Daca ai un impact.
"blazing, the fire from within burns, leaving no life, nor ashes; just holding the desire, in it's pure flames, to get the feeling of love inside your shell, filling the emptyness within, and turning you into a god."
sâmbătă, 27 aprilie 2013
vineri, 19 aprilie 2013
In the Dark
Don't kiss me in the morning when the sun rises, cause that means you love me. Don't let me think, don't let me think that all of this is real, that all of this meant something.
Deja-voe? Another memorable moment resting in ashes of memories?
Something is telling me this is different,love.
Not in a better way, not even in a worst one. Just another feeling, another touch and another sensation lived at the moment and forgotten in the other.
Waking up
You smell like a stranger, act like a stranger, kiss like a stranger and make me feel like someone I don't want to be. My place is not here , the voices in my head .. They are all quite and don't whisper any of my bad thoughts. Where are my good ones? Lost in the fog, love. Lost in my confusion.
If you're thinking you messed up my brain ... Pretty wrong. You messed up my hair. Really badly actually , cause I can still feel your fingers wondering around and trying to find a way to escape, but you love being the one who makes his own way and get where he wants.
Your perfume sticks to my cloths and my skin wants to burn it to make a big smoke around my head, around your head.
He give me his hands, and I didn't know what to with it so I break his fingers. I felt a strange lust and I express myself. Probably he did the same.
It was one night. Felt so lonely together and I was thinking about someone else even in the personal moments. I wonder if he did the same and realized in the perfect time that I wasn't it , he wasn't the person I was thinking of.
It was just lost and another moment lived well, felt wrong.
But sometimes, my wrong decisions seems to be one of the best ones.
Deja-voe? Another memorable moment resting in ashes of memories?
Something is telling me this is different,love.
Not in a better way, not even in a worst one. Just another feeling, another touch and another sensation lived at the moment and forgotten in the other.
Waking up
You smell like a stranger, act like a stranger, kiss like a stranger and make me feel like someone I don't want to be. My place is not here , the voices in my head .. They are all quite and don't whisper any of my bad thoughts. Where are my good ones? Lost in the fog, love. Lost in my confusion.
If you're thinking you messed up my brain ... Pretty wrong. You messed up my hair. Really badly actually , cause I can still feel your fingers wondering around and trying to find a way to escape, but you love being the one who makes his own way and get where he wants.
Your perfume sticks to my cloths and my skin wants to burn it to make a big smoke around my head, around your head.
He give me his hands, and I didn't know what to with it so I break his fingers. I felt a strange lust and I express myself. Probably he did the same.
It was one night. Felt so lonely together and I was thinking about someone else even in the personal moments. I wonder if he did the same and realized in the perfect time that I wasn't it , he wasn't the person I was thinking of.
It was just lost and another moment lived well, felt wrong.
But sometimes, my wrong decisions seems to be one of the best ones.
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