Silhouettes of you, everywhere.
I feel that you are here, so close, so near... Inside.
You never leave me and yet you never appear clearly.
Where are you?
I saw you again, in my dreams. We were walking around some city that seemed familiar. I have been sleeping too much lately, is it you? Are you pulling me back to you?
Who are you?
I have met you many times and yet never touched you, never felt you. I wonder how you smell and how your eyes would spark if they ever find mines.
Are you there?
I am trapped here, in this small room, trying to focus on irrelevant matters. At times I wonder what is really important, what is our real purpose.
Don't give up.
I keep making plans of what I have to do to become whom I dreamed when I was young. My plans got me this far, perhaps far from you... Am I?
Wake up.
I listen to the songs that I believe will belong to us. I hope to be ready to spot you when our pads finally cross. I have been waiting for so long, made all the mistakes I could have done with all the lovers that came before.
I am tired.
Sometimes I want to let you go, to give up on you and this nonsense epic story, because I know that I have been fine alone all this while. All those unfulfilled promises, all those pointless dreams, all those guys.... Do we actually need all these bullshit? Fuck Chikflicks!
It's fine. It has been illustrative.
The older you get, the more you know what you are looking for. The more that you know yourself, the less you let others upset you, the less you want to pretend, to be fake.
I will remain transparent. Fragile but unbreakable.
I hope that you will be transparent too. I hope you catch my weak put persistent voice, calling you. I am still here. Breathing.
We will meet soon.
It will be like a thunderstorm, it will be our turning point. All the rest were just learning curves, valuable friendships, warm memories. We will be different.
The world will never feel the same after that day. The day when we find ourselves again, not in my dreams but in this world. Earth.
And all the electricity...
Just electricity.
I feel that you are here, so close, so near... Inside.
You never leave me and yet you never appear clearly.
Where are you?
I saw you again, in my dreams. We were walking around some city that seemed familiar. I have been sleeping too much lately, is it you? Are you pulling me back to you?
Who are you?
I have met you many times and yet never touched you, never felt you. I wonder how you smell and how your eyes would spark if they ever find mines.
Are you there?
I am trapped here, in this small room, trying to focus on irrelevant matters. At times I wonder what is really important, what is our real purpose.
Don't give up.
I keep making plans of what I have to do to become whom I dreamed when I was young. My plans got me this far, perhaps far from you... Am I?
Wake up.
I listen to the songs that I believe will belong to us. I hope to be ready to spot you when our pads finally cross. I have been waiting for so long, made all the mistakes I could have done with all the lovers that came before.
I am tired.
Sometimes I want to let you go, to give up on you and this nonsense epic story, because I know that I have been fine alone all this while. All those unfulfilled promises, all those pointless dreams, all those guys.... Do we actually need all these bullshit? Fuck Chikflicks!
It's fine. It has been illustrative.
The older you get, the more you know what you are looking for. The more that you know yourself, the less you let others upset you, the less you want to pretend, to be fake.
I will remain transparent. Fragile but unbreakable.
I hope that you will be transparent too. I hope you catch my weak put persistent voice, calling you. I am still here. Breathing.
We will meet soon.
It will be like a thunderstorm, it will be our turning point. All the rest were just learning curves, valuable friendships, warm memories. We will be different.
The world will never feel the same after that day. The day when we find ourselves again, not in my dreams but in this world. Earth.
And all the electricity...
Just electricity.
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