Really? Is this the life and is this how it goes? Really?
I wish I was awake. I was afraid, I was petrified.. I am still looking for all those answers, for all those cute details.
Is it all about me?!...
Is it all about secrets, games, perplexed minds?
Or is it about you? About them (whoever they may be)?...
I wish. I wish this was a cutest ever lucid dream, my dearling.
Cara mia.
Save me all the pain. I want this to be real.
and here I go again?
and here they come again?
oh really? and i never wanted anything from you. except everything you had and what was left after that too.... i cant believe sometimes how life works. i have to check, to pinch, to measure -- the pulse, the breathing, the rythm...
And here I am in this waiting room for tomorrow. Where the night never sleeps and the day never waits. I know now how to handle the fear. I know now how to tame the beast.
They say things happen for a reason.
Or is this our own hearts trying to convince ourselves that whatever happens we are not wasting our times with prejudice about how useless it all is?
Is it not?
Say you dream about life with other kind of limits, other kinds of red lines to be crossed... What then? Is it better just to walk away from everything you've got and expect for something else?
What if you have done that already?....
I do wonder where is that line I wanted to cross once in a blue moon?... Did it sinck with my young dreams and never published poems...?. Did it stay with my lost luggage and never appeared to be found or even repaid by insurance company?
