Because despite the crushing loneliness my senses like a hammer that hurts, it hurts the cruel indifference that keeps passing, I hold firm the idea that the heart has to fight. There are many ways of understanding the motion of a falling star and how suddenly seems to stop there, but there is only one way to read his words stardust consistently recite the love.
not just say it because it would be on the verge of doing, where you show every inch of your senses what gives free rein to your imagination, an initiative that became the corridor of certainty, so just and necessary at times when the lies are given at every corner.
remember many afternoons staring at the landscape and the wind was screaming as he felt, translating word by word in a piece of paper and at the end allowed the wind take away my thoughts. It was an exercise in relaxing my mind, it was gradually becoming the most accurate way to allow soak my ideas recorded.
hurts, really hurts to see you were not the person who seemed to be. I think the most striking is the fact that I can not weave the lines that bind unborn feeling, looking and looking but can not find where you left lost those words yesterday, where the security told me you loved me dawn by your side, do not let me go.
What remains now is to follow, find the path that takes me away from you. Although I keep in a corner of my mind the photos that freeze the image of your love I have for certain that the time and distance allow me to leave this burden; I bear witness that there is no greater disappointment in this life to uncover a cruel lie, and hand with the false words you were preparing merciless death of this love illusion wounds to cultivate in me, poison and treason.
nostalgia may come and find me so desolate, so vulnerable. Maybe the sadness does not have mercy on me and devour me as prey in distress. But life, in their returns uncertain, with a destination registered in the consciousness of heaven, committed in the past to create a pillar of strength, one that allows me to breathe hard, because I know, and I have full confidence to do good things is a way to sow joy.
Now everything seems to fall, every little piece of this lay not in the final unsettles temporary circumstances. And I understand, reading between the lines, which often try to rush what should not be rushed, pressured some to express feelings without meaning to each puzzle should be disarmed when the last piece does not fit, to find a different way of doing things naturally fit, we can force situations to fit into our claims, but definitely this is never going to be the best outcome.
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