I don’t understand clearly what’s happening in my life. All I know is what I feel in my dreams, and it disappears every time I wake up.
Love is for who believe in.
Do you miss the sadness when it’s gone?
I’m just waiting for the wind to take me away.
Hello little friend, can I call you like that? Hope you don’t mind. You know little friend, there are so many things I’d like to ask you. Things I’ve been wondering about since I was a little tiny creature, just like you. How’s flying? Because, you know, I’ve been living here for my entire life looking at the sky upon me, and, sometimes I just wonder how it’d be like to delete the pain I found here on the ground. Tell me, what do you see up there? It’s harder for us here. I mean, to escape. We are blocked in some stupid prison created by ourselves, and we suffer for something we don’t know exactly. We all try to find happiness but we don’t even know where to begin. Because maybe there’s no happiness around here. Can you imagine living like this? Lucky you my little friend, flying over everything you have around. Disappearing. Tell me, what have you found that I didn’t find yet? What’s the secret to be still surprised of all this? And how’s the view up there? What would you do if I told you to lie? Would you tell me?
The truth is that I said everything I had inside. I talked about everything I felt, in any case. Here, with all of you reading my feelings as an open book. So you might say you know who I am, but the truth is that I don’t. And I try to find something new, I do, but maybe I just finished the words to tell the shadows that I am confident with. Maybe I just don’t need to tell this anymore. Maybe I’m just here, and not here too. I’m confused and I don’t recognize the people around me, maybe because they changed, or maybe because I did. And after all, I don’t give a f. I’m always here, but not too much.