quinta-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2009

Sleep

Is when I go to bed that I find it more dificult. Probably it is because I am not used to anymore, and worst I don't want to be.

This is my biggest problem stuck between the reality and my world of dreams.

And my bed turns into my lonely battlefield!

domingo, 15 de fevereiro de 2009

You

I Love you for what you are,
I Love you for what you believe,
I Love you for your mood swings,
I Love you for chasing life, and grabbing it with both hands,
I Love you for your intelligence,
I Love you for your beauty,
I Love you for being a better person than I,
I Love you for making me a better person...

I just love You!

sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2009

Couple's World

No matter what I do to escape it, everything is a painful reminder of my loneliness!

segunda-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2009

Crying

I was sitting in the sofa, all alone. Suddenly, without any warning I started to cry.

It seemed that something just died, and I cried louder. And the world started spinning around me, and I cried even more...

I cried until I was breathless...

sábado, 7 de fevereiro de 2009

Imposing life

I try to continue my life, but every single thing makes me remember that I am all alone. And of all things that makes me sad the one that is most painful is when I see that for me to be less lonely I just have to impose my presence in others peoples lives.

More then ever, I now feel that I will fade away quickly. That I will be a vague memory of someone that by chance your path. I know now that is all I will ever be, since I don't wish to live an imposing life!

terça-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2009

Silence

After seven years of sound I once again embrace silence. As I return to my empty apartment there is nothing but silence all around.

After seven years I forgot how silence sounds like. Before it was delightful sound that was around me. But that ended and once again I have to learn to live silently.

domingo, 1 de fevereiro de 2009

Death

If I die next week, will you miss me? Will you remember me?

And in my grave will you whisper: "You were special!"? If so, why will you only say that when I cannot hear you, when it will be impossible to me to know?

At that moment I've just died thinking how miserable and irrelevante my life was...