So have been my days, an endless fight for living and surving - moments of shine and moments of shade, as atested by the acid liquids produced by my brain and tender substances of love being prevented from forming in my heart. Even if that little red pumping mechanism can't resist the sunspots sometimes.
And so I must confess - in darkness I crave for love. In the light, I pray for solitary and selfish freedom. Who will one day decide upon one or the other? When will my judgment be?
I love the light. Does that make me more likely to get touched by the sun? It's true - I miss being in love. And I hate feeling like this.
And so I must confess - in darkness I crave for love. In the light, I pray for solitary and selfish freedom. Who will one day decide upon one or the other? When will my judgment be?
I love the light. Does that make me more likely to get touched by the sun? It's true - I miss being in love. And I hate feeling like this.
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In darkness I always walked,
my heart shining like a snowflake touched by a ray of light.
Randomly. By chance. Don't crave, my friend. Craving brings pain. Just let it be. Enjoy the love of your friends. One day someone will dry all the bitterness out of your heart.
At least, this is what I am trying to believe:)
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