This is the blog I will write on and post on during my stay in Brazil. Hope you find the time to read it so you can get an idea of what I am living.
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It’s the smell dangling on the atmosphere
It’s the touch I crave and the sound of a ghostly voice I used to know
It’s the sadness that creeps into me when the sun comes up announcing once again one more day without you my friend
It’s the fear of realizing that you left
But most of all, it’s the hopelessness I feel every time you take charge of my every thought.
thinking about some things
I don’t think that it’s the end, I just think it’s a little late.
I don’t think I failed, I just think it’s a little late.
I don’t think you left just so you could run away.
I don’t think we strayed because we were scared.
I don’t think it’s fair, I don’t think it is… at least I don’t think it is.
Instead, I think you should be laying next to me. Caressing my skin. Drawing closer every time I think about the reason why I need you here with me.
"naked people are so much fun."
FUCK YOU!
I say this because I miss you.
(Source: imi-loa, via teachingliteracy)
Do you ever get the feeling that no one’s watching over you? And then you have a slight glimpse of happiness in that fraction of a second that is bound to run away as soon as your next breathe comes, but before it goes a frantic ecstasy comes to unleash a little beast because you know you’re free.
Do you ever get the feeling that you’re just scared as everyone else to live in this world? But just as you realize it, the world seems like a game inviting you to play and fear feels like a threat to whatever it is you are trying to do.
Do you ever feel time is running out? And that every breathe you take brings you closer to the place that you will have to inevitably face, but as long as you have today everything remains the same.
Do you ever get the feeling that you think too much all of the time?
Do you ever grow tired of never slowing down? Because when it comes to acting out and continuing on, you never really stop. Your mind, your soul, your consciousness is a permanent world that will never grow old even when there’s a glimpse of the darkness up ahead, your essence is still… I don’t know, it just is.
I don’t regret it, but I do…I just don’t know anymore. Thoughts come and go ever since you’re gone. It’s just not fair to have you running around my head and once I get a chance to rest, my dreams won’t let me forget. So not only do I not forget, but I can’t progress.
It seems that I am the only one in the run, when I am supposed to stay still. My heart says one thing, but my feet start moving because i need to keep on moving, yet sometimes I rebut that awful reality to dream of the other possibility. The possibility that never lets our love die.
