"Life is just a pain that I will go through"
To/Die/For. Lacrimarum
I don't even know why I'm writing in english (de hecho nisiquiera sé inglés) but I think all these words came from the deepest and darkest part of my soul and, suddenly, they were tattooed here in this screen.
More than 250 moons, more than 20 winters, many nights, more books than I can count, lots of kisses and hugs... but sometimes I feel I still the same. Everybody feels like this (I hope), but for me is too much.
More than 250 moons, more than 20 winters, many nights, more books than I can count, lots of kisses and hugs... but sometimes I feel I still the same. Everybody feels like this (I hope), but for me is too much.
Every year I realize that nothing could be as I expect: if I wanna be with you or if I wanna be alone...
Should I desist?
Should I desist?
Should I let all go?
Sometimes I need (I really do need) some caretaking but nobody is around, and when I ask for a moment alone the entire world is over me...
I really can't handle my life: all the things around me are the life I hate. I think I'm the life I hate.
Is my inside the other thing I love?
Are you the other thing I love?
Do I need to rest?
Again I rather be far away from here, not scaping but analysing my chaotic being. I long for a trip... Cold lands of metal, wait for me!
4 comments:
And it helps, indeed. Travelling, I mean. It helps more than can be accounted for. It opens eyes. It lets you learn a bit about yourself. The problem is when you've got a chaos of a head, like I do... But give it a try nonetheless.
Lo sé, por ello me consta que necesito viajar y salirme de aquí un buen rato...
Curioso... lo que yo necesito es quedarme y sin embargo todos me echan de aquí. Yo no tengo un caos en la cabeza. Aprendí quién soy y qué quiero. Lo aprendí aquí, sin salir de casa.
No cabe duda que los caminos de todos son diferentes.
Sólo espero que sean como las ramas de los árboles... que se unen en el tronco en cierto punto y luego llegan a la misma raiz. ¿lo estoy viendo alrevés? Nope... de la raiz surgimos (enclenques ramitas) y a la raiz hemos de regresar.
Sip, todos parecemos ir a sitios distintos cuando en realidad buscamos lo mismo: ser felices... Aunque es muy interesante la manera en que cada uno encuentra su camino y se conduce en la vida, no?
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