Sitting in the cold of the night. The sky's pitch black, it's already 2.30 pm and too cold to be wearing a t-shirt outside. I like it but I'm shaking. It hurts but I don't go away. Am I even hurting because of this? We've all got our own ways of inflicting pain to ourselves, this is one of mine. And the pain tastes different when we believe we deserve it. We learn to cherish it... One pain can mask another, that's what I'm doing. After a while I get the shaking under control. It's worse then, it means I'm back at square one. And not even the stars came to see me tonight... I can't hide my disappointment. I'm feeling kinda lost tonight avoiding to dwell on it. Maybe the day will bring me the guidance I seek... Oh but I hate it so...
"Come across you lost and broken
You're coming to but you're slow in waking
You start to shake.
You still haven't spoken, what happened
They're coming back and you just dont know when
You want to cry but there's nothing comin'
They're gonna push until you give in, say when"
- in "Say When" by The Fray
Acho que te vou oferecer um anorak nos anos xp
ReplyDeleteThank you, but that defeats the purpose. :p
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