Pages turning, lights are burning
See what you could not see
It's plain as the day
The night makes you pay
For what was hidden underneath
Longing to leave But begging to feel that
Something will make you stay
Gotta believe that this all leads
Somewhere we've never been
Tired of the guilt
Tired of being sorry
Well, haven't we suffered enough?
what if I fall and hurt myself would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am, would you please remind me?
Can you be an adjunct in a person's life?
Someone who people does not consider or give much importance.
Could you be the right person, but only at times ?
Is this a deficiency ?
Would that be right?
Should we learn how to accept our importance in the right moments ?
Or should we take more pride or self-esteem to the point of not accepting certain situations. ..
what if I fall and hurt myself
would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself
would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am . .
would you please remind me?
while i thought that i was learning how to live ,
i've been learning how to die.
- Da Vinci
everything is broken ...
you can see in people faces ,
every single one of them .
but you see . . .
that's also how the light gets in .
so don't you give up .
Cause real Darkness, is something more
than just a lack of light.
" In the world beyond the tale we turn the page and close the book,
and we resume our lives. A life that is, like any other, unlike any other "
Today i saw for the first time my favorite book on screen ,
"the perks of being a wallflower" .
my eyes are hard dry from too much crying ,
my cheeks are hurting and i guess it's from too much smiling ,
i don't know how can someone make such a beautiful
characters . I love you all .
I hope someday in my life i can meet them ,
i hope i can have a friend like Charlie ,
meet people like them .
i wish i can have the luck to share my life ,
and all the moments cause , right now ,
i feel infinite .
i want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with .
tell me why you love them , then tell me why they loved you .
tell me about a day in your life you didn't thought you'd live through.
I wanna know the first time you've felt uncomfortable in your own skin .
and if that day still haunt you beneath your bones .
do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow ?
and if you were to built a snowman , would you rip two branches from a tree
to built your snowman arms ? Or would you leave the snowman armless for
the sake of being harmless to the tree ? And if you would , would you notice
how much the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms
to hug you everytime you kiss him on the cheek ?
do you kiss your friends on the cheek ? Do you sleep beside them when
they're sad, even if it makes your loves mad ? Do you think that anger is a
sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away it's pain ?
I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind . Tell me all the ways
you've been cruel .I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving .
And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes . I wanna know if
you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds .
you know watching Tv shows really makes you disappointed about life in the future .
or any time really . actually , you don't even have to watch anything at all .
you will be just disappointed anyways .
but it's not to blame Tv shows because most of the time they capture the fun moments
in life , and not so much for your working time . (mostly boring ) i can see why .
people say "not all those who wander are lost" .
i "wander" if that's true : )
although it sounds cute . i think we are pretty lost .
i dare someone say otherwise .
cause if you say it , you are pretty blindly-lost yourself .
the thing i wanted to say today was , i met one girl this past weeks . We've been working
together for a month now . She looks pretty hipster and she is always alone so ,
this for me was so unrealistic cause , in college you see those people surrounded by people ,
friends ( looks like ) and cool other whatever-it-might-looks-like things .
I never knew what it meant to be/look hipster until someone called me that in dA .
i don't think i look like it at all , and if you'd know me . You'd know .
Back to my point : We became a little closer because we are alike .
yeah , don't you said you are not a hipster ?
we are alike because mostly we are alone and ,we read a lot and we love music .
it's not about looks or being cool . (whatever that means) .
although she is pretty cute , she is shy and sits by herself anywhere.
So this week i came forward and asked why she is not like those tumblr pages hipsters
surrounded by . hmmm . . . things . people . happiness ?
and boys of course , she is someone who looks like she would anywhere in the world .
She told me she used to hang around , having timeless fun getting drunk ,
drink tons of no-one-knows-what .surrounded by no-one-cares.
feeling useless and happy all the same time .
Then she realize start working , changing her environment ,made it all change too .
she looks like she looks cause this is who she is , there is no point in trying to make a point here .
but time came and made those bubbles away , leaving her in her world of words , poetry ,books ,
not so many friends these days , not the ones she wants to be around .
she told me a phrase i knew
" you should spend your time with people worth living for ,
because you never know with who you will die with" .
So at least she tries to cover this part , even though we don't know when ,
knowing that you are with someone you like yo spend your life with ,
makes it all made some sense . doesn't it ?
when i said she looks hipster and cool she said my definition of cool is very outdated .
what does define cool these days anyways .
i wonder that . society does really makes an awful job trying to blind us with everything .
but we can't blame them . most of the time . we blind ourselves .
so i will just quote something now and , thank you for reading my nonsense words .
"I'm the type of person who enjoys
being alone . I like to walk home alone
with music. I like to stay home
alone friday nights. I just like quiet
and time to myself. but I don't like
being alone long enough for me the
bad thoughts to take over. I guess
what I'm saying is that I like being
alone , but I hate being lonely "
i guess now , after reading this .
some of us are not feeling lonely .
i know i didn't . although i am alone
most of my time . i wasn't lonely today.
奈 良 市 - 春 日 大 社
Do you think there's such a thing as a box of lost illusions ,
or a place to all the people we miss or lost in our lives ?
A cemetery inside us all that we keep them in ,
cause why would we ever want to let them go .
and what if there's nothing in it ?
Some people live in their own world ,
and sometimes you see someone trying to get in ,
other times (mostly), you see them trying to get out .
I don't think people understand that ,
although most of us just want someone
that wants to see what's inside our walls .
Most of the time ,
we are more afraid to let what's on the inside
going outside .
So precious in our unique way ,
we preserve and glorify
our wondering wall .