Who are you?
I feel you so close to me... like between us it is only a word. A "hello", and then we'll atract like two magnets.
But until that "hello"... an infinite is there. Between you and me is an invisible string, but extremely long.
And... I want to cut it, to cut it with a knife, that then it will disappear and we will be so close one to eachother. So then we can talk, so then we can make a conversation. So then we can say things that we never were brave enough to tell.
But... I just want you to be here. So then I will know that you are here, next to me, that you are here, ready to make me smile with some funny words or... even your smile. Yes... your beautiful smile, it brings me in the middle of nowhere but I am so happy there... and when I see it, I have some weird but amazing feelings.
Well, these are just dreams... who can stop them? Begining from a simple word, you can create your own paradise, only yours.
Actually I don't know who "you" are. I don't even know who I am, and do you expect me to know who are "you"? I only know that you are there, that you complete me, that I need you like I need air. But only this... I don't know where are you from, what are you doing, what are you eating, what are you thinking about, if you miss the same things as I do, if you think that your soulmate is somewhere, lost in the space.
And I hope to find you... because I need you like a fish needs air, like a new-born bird needs its mum and her protective wings.
I'm waiting for you... maybe you will come.
But until that "hello"... an infinite is there. Between you and me is an invisible string, but extremely long.
And... I want to cut it, to cut it with a knife, that then it will disappear and we will be so close one to eachother. So then we can talk, so then we can make a conversation. So then we can say things that we never were brave enough to tell.
But... I just want you to be here. So then I will know that you are here, next to me, that you are here, ready to make me smile with some funny words or... even your smile. Yes... your beautiful smile, it brings me in the middle of nowhere but I am so happy there... and when I see it, I have some weird but amazing feelings.
Well, these are just dreams... who can stop them? Begining from a simple word, you can create your own paradise, only yours.
Actually I don't know who "you" are. I don't even know who I am, and do you expect me to know who are "you"? I only know that you are there, that you complete me, that I need you like I need air. But only this... I don't know where are you from, what are you doing, what are you eating, what are you thinking about, if you miss the same things as I do, if you think that your soulmate is somewhere, lost in the space.
And I hope to find you... because I need you like a fish needs air, like a new-born bird needs its mum and her protective wings.
I'm waiting for you... maybe you will come.
Life is just a number, maturity is a choice.
She is a wonderful girl... but only those who care know it. She has a sweet and inocent smile, the Sun is smiling too when it sees her. She has the whole world at her toes. She has faith, she's happy.
"So what? She's still young." say anonymous people when they see her walking by.
Well, maybe she is young... but where do they know from that before that lovely smile, thousand of tears streamed down her face and that in her heart was a fight between her feelings?
Yes, they don't know... but it is true. And they don't listen nothing but their version, and judge.
Maybe she is young, but this doesn't mean that she don't know what means to suffer?
Do you want to know something? She is more mature than all of them.
At home... she cries a lot because of her memories, when she tried to cut herself because... people judge. Before, people told her that she is horrible, that she look horrible in a blouse or dress or anything else. But guess what... she changed, a lot. Life changed her and she motivated herself. And she became the person that is now; she's mature. A lot of people would move the Moon and the stars only to stay nearby. But she remember of what she lived before, and then the conscience and rationality make their presence feeled... and tell her to not become what she was afraid of all these years.
So she sighs, takes a deep breath and keep going. And she goes back to her friends, those who helped her when she felt down. They are grateful and admit how big is the payback, the payback of supporting a friend.
Now... how many of you still acting like that?
Probably not too many. And look at her... beside her age, she surpasses those who care more about the aparences.
SHE IS MATURE! So what if you're older, if you don't have your head on your shoulders and stay mature.
"So what? She's still young." say anonymous people when they see her walking by.
Well, maybe she is young... but where do they know from that before that lovely smile, thousand of tears streamed down her face and that in her heart was a fight between her feelings?
Yes, they don't know... but it is true. And they don't listen nothing but their version, and judge.
Maybe she is young, but this doesn't mean that she don't know what means to suffer?
Do you want to know something? She is more mature than all of them.
At home... she cries a lot because of her memories, when she tried to cut herself because... people judge. Before, people told her that she is horrible, that she look horrible in a blouse or dress or anything else. But guess what... she changed, a lot. Life changed her and she motivated herself. And she became the person that is now; she's mature. A lot of people would move the Moon and the stars only to stay nearby. But she remember of what she lived before, and then the conscience and rationality make their presence feeled... and tell her to not become what she was afraid of all these years.
So she sighs, takes a deep breath and keep going. And she goes back to her friends, those who helped her when she felt down. They are grateful and admit how big is the payback, the payback of supporting a friend.
Now... how many of you still acting like that?
Probably not too many. And look at her... beside her age, she surpasses those who care more about the aparences.
SHE IS MATURE! So what if you're older, if you don't have your head on your shoulders and stay mature.
Hey, it's me.
"Hello! Do I disturb you? I want to say that... I miss you."
"Hey... maybe when you will be able to talk... maybe you want to have a conversation."
"Still me. But you knew that... I want to say that..."
No, nothing is going to work. I want to say many things to him, things that I've hidden before, because I was afraid. Afraid that he will see and will laugh. He will see my hesitations and the fear with I am writing these words.
Sometimes I want to scream trough words, to say "You fool, you know... I am still alive." And then... maybe... but not.
I have so much to show, so much to prove, but he is way too high for me, he is like a God to me. My heart is in his hands, and I am afraid that he will drop it and it will break.
Maybe sometimes I want it back. Actually, my brain wants it. Poor brain... he always wanted to protect me, he only wants the best for me. He knows how much I'm gonna suffer when it will happen, when he will scream, with so much hate in his voice, that he doesn't care.
But the conscious tell me that... my heart is there and it is fine, in his hands. That I shouldn't protest, that I shouldn't try to take it back, that maybe someday we will make an exchange... and then his heart will be mine.
It it such a weird thing, and complicate. Inside of me a strong fight is happening, a fight between who I should be and what I should do and who I am and what I am doing, my feelings are fighting with my toughts, and sometimes the game between the it's equal.
Why don't I have the necesar courage to say "Hello, you're cute, I like you." or "Hey, do you know, at least, how much did you hurt me?", or classical replies, but to say something... anything, just to don't shut up in front of him, so I will be the strong one.
Eh, at least... I can dream. This is the only thing that I can afford.
"Hey... maybe when you will be able to talk... maybe you want to have a conversation."
"Still me. But you knew that... I want to say that..."
No, nothing is going to work. I want to say many things to him, things that I've hidden before, because I was afraid. Afraid that he will see and will laugh. He will see my hesitations and the fear with I am writing these words.
Sometimes I want to scream trough words, to say "You fool, you know... I am still alive." And then... maybe... but not.
I have so much to show, so much to prove, but he is way too high for me, he is like a God to me. My heart is in his hands, and I am afraid that he will drop it and it will break.
Maybe sometimes I want it back. Actually, my brain wants it. Poor brain... he always wanted to protect me, he only wants the best for me. He knows how much I'm gonna suffer when it will happen, when he will scream, with so much hate in his voice, that he doesn't care.
But the conscious tell me that... my heart is there and it is fine, in his hands. That I shouldn't protest, that I shouldn't try to take it back, that maybe someday we will make an exchange... and then his heart will be mine.
It it such a weird thing, and complicate. Inside of me a strong fight is happening, a fight between who I should be and what I should do and who I am and what I am doing, my feelings are fighting with my toughts, and sometimes the game between the it's equal.
Why don't I have the necesar courage to say "Hello, you're cute, I like you." or "Hey, do you know, at least, how much did you hurt me?", or classical replies, but to say something... anything, just to don't shut up in front of him, so I will be the strong one.
Eh, at least... I can dream. This is the only thing that I can afford.
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