Those long talks with the people you care about. Those conversations which make you understand that life is not as simple as it seems. That we all have the same problems, from different points of view. That we can’t forget. That we can’t regret if we smiled. That sometimes, just because you dream for something, doesn’t make it so.
I never let my guard down, hoping I could never be fooled. Again, I was deceived by myself.
It wasn't foolproof after all
It is said you must defeat your enemies. But what if you were your own enemy? Yes, both equally powerful. However, one of you has to be victorious in the end. Because loving is one thing, but fighting… fighting is another. And everything’s changed over time. I guess it wasn’t foolproof after all.
A summer can change you completely. And it also makes you stronger. Nonetheless, what would have happened if I’d changed my mind? If I’d decided to give it a try? If I’d had the guts I didn’t have? Who knows. What am I doing? I don’t know. Neither me nor anyone.
This sunday-like saturdays just make me feel weird. It’s happened again. I need to rethink everything, including my future. I just wana be left alone for some time. Get some people further and some closer. I can’t understand myself.
Ready to pretend. Are you?
Keep your promises
As they say, you can either run from your past or learn from it. As far as I know, no one knows me better than myself, not yet at least. And I learned not to promise a forever. Because we always promise things about the future, and promising a forever can be hurtful indeed. I guess we’re just blindfolded when we do so. Promise love. Promise trust and support. Promise everything as long as...
You are more painful to yourself than to me. Keep that in mind.
A new world is possible
Let’s be reasonable. Why are we afraid of spiders? Why do we fear darkness? Why are we scared of cemeteries? Why do we sometimes think we’re constantly dogged by misfortune? Are we nuts? We should be afraid of ourselves. I’m scared to death of what this can become. This world, the people, the values, mankind. All those things disappearing is what we should be afraid of. That...
I’d always thought not understanding oneself was such a foolish thing. Now I’ll have to eat my hat. Fog, mistery, darkness. They win again.
The color of hope
It’s in that moment when you realize this time’s different. At last, I’m in the face of a manageable situation. I like what I feel, and I’m happy to feel it. Even though every time seems different, there’s something about this one. Something special, that’s the word. Does it mean I’m finally over what happened? Help me out. Look me in the eyes again. Let...
I wish I could help as many people as I’d like to.
Thanks for the memories
“Thanks for the memories. even though they weren’t so great”. It brings back a lot to my mind. The times where I was a ghost. When I was invisible. When fog wrapped the air around me. I remember what I used to write and who I used to write about. She was the hurricane which would destroy me. And it is said that we must destroy what destroys us. Must we really? Isn’t it...