Thursday, 23 February 2012

Feeling blue

Wanting to step out of the pressure, to get out of the cage. I cannot stand it anymore. Listening to a voice, I can read sometimes the inspiration to relieve myself.

I am not thinking of the past, I see no future and present is melting down like a slob lunatic cheese. I want a future, I am getting tired of having it lost through my fingers, getting tired of the blue.

Yes, blue-face, I will wake up tomorrow with a blue face. Don't you feel blue as well?

Friday, 17 February 2012

Am I wrong?

Yes, I am. I chose it. Not fair, maybe. What I deserve, probably. To go back, no option. To go further, always. The sun running after the moon, never catching up, never touching each other but in virtual eclipses.

Fire, tiring power consuming what it must be not consumed, but in the end, it is. Writing lots of words for others, sharing the inner thoughts, the own business out to the light.

Him, always happy, always having all the time of the world. Her, always concerned, never seeing the light. OK, this is what it is, this is what she doesn't want it to be. Come on, leave her alone, she doesn't really know how to do it, but she wants to do it.

Never say goodbye, always say hello. But in the meantime have it yours, because IT is yours.