sábado, 2 de julio de 2011

Bad things come back today.

Haven´t thought of it since 6 years ago. That monster that used to live within me is back. A spark, that would be it. I see it differently now anyway. The floor turns red, no more pain. Childhood’s gone and life doesn’t seem to get any better. I can see just the little things that they say are worth living. What for? What about the great things? What about love and changing the world? Not for me, I guess. And I go back to black, or red. What the fuck is wrong with all this? Who am I? Why am I less? “If only hearts didn’t have to fall”, right? But that answer is not enough. Why should I be scared? After all it’s just another step and, come what may, it can’t be worse than this. In some minutes, it will be decided: should I fall or be my own saviour?
“Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive”.

1 comentario:

  1. Mil años que no entraba acá, me había olvidado de cómo me gustaba tu blog. La entrada me recordó a una mía de la que hablamos hace tiempo, no sé si sabrás cuál; en fin, todo iba a que a veces es necesario tocar fondo: el dolor nos hace sentir vivos. Pero hay que saber salvarse, porque cuesta volver a subir cuando estás tan abajo.


Dejando Los Cables Dormir

Dejando Los Cables Dormir
Sometimes we have to let the cables sleep.