quarta-feira, 22 de agosto de 2012

The feeling like wherever you are, or anything you are doing, you feel lost.

This draw means everything you did, and everything you'll do, you know you will never fit in.




In this world with all this people, you talk, you smile for a lot of then, you pretend to be ok when you are not, but you hug sincerely everyone who crosses you way.
You go crazy listening music, you go down when you think about him, and you breath hope when you see a tree.
You can't stand injustice, or waste, but you stand it everyday; you feel pity about the poor people, or animals, and this agony could kill you, I wish it did.
I wanna runnaway, but any place would solve.

And so it's night, on my roof, maybe in my garden, or maybe in the street (and I'm drunk again) and I see the Moon. I feel this energy. I could stare She for all night long.

THE MOON.

In the school times, everyday when I went back home, She was already waiting for me.
And we used to talk, sometimes for hours.
I haven't anyone else for do it, and I don't even wanted someone pretending to care about my stuff, or analyzing me. So She just listened me patiently, and in the end She give me a sincerely advice.
With ALL his beauty, She taught me more than so many people.
(and She taught me not to care about loneliness)
She has been always so good to me.

How many far of the people, and away of the noise, I felt more comfortable with her.
That was when I could hear her better (and I can).
So She told me how was there, where She live.
And seemed to me, so similar with where I live.
My personal world.

Just emptiness.

I traveled, I grow up, life screw it up with me, and break my heart.
And She was always there, every night. She never changed, She never disappointed me, She never seem to be disappointed with me, when I did wrong stuff.
And I know She will be always there ready to listen me.
And I know that everywhere I'll be, and anyone I'm with, I would change everything to be with her.
And feel at home.



''Aqueles que foram vistos dançando foram julgados insanos por aqueles que não podiam escutar a música.''

mais.

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