Today I felt like never waking up. I felt tired, sleepy, empty and lifeless. I felt all my energy go away with the birds saving themselves from cold winter.
I guess this state of emptiness comes from that kind of loneliness that cannot be either described or forgotten.
Lying in my bed with soft Sinatra's serenades carassing me like pure silk and cashemere, I was wishing the lights in the house I was looking at would never go off. The song awakenes my heart and makes it squeeze like a rotten apple.
All my attempts to talk failed. All my thoughts are about us sharing everything we have. Call me a romantic when I say I want passions on top of passion, when I say I want to speak one language to someone who refuses to listen.
I wish I didnt lose myself so many times that now out of nowhere I feel the need of rescuering my heart.
What's the point of having wings and never fly? What's the point of being talented and not use it? What's the point of having life and never living it to the full?
How on Earth did we get into this mess of never being happy in life.
We are perpetually told that we are not supposed to enjoy what we do, to love who we marry or to travel when we can. When did the world become so boring, I wish to free myself from it as soon as I can?
Why do I wish to find myself in a peaceful place full of NO people? Does it have anything to do with my life in present? What am I missing? What are WE all missing?
Have we become pessimistic or simply BORING? Have we become fools afraid of real love, real dream and real life?
I wish I could change something, at least something... with a little bit of talking.
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