Out of reach

Hell over all what you can see, bore to tears, memories fading…faith in the world you need until you became.
Profound isn’t it…
Theory doesn’t make distance shorter, or time goes faster.
I just want to run out of reach…

The nadir of the heart

It seems we all live in a boundless noodle of love and secret sentimental eager, kept away in the nadir of the heart. The inquisitional look sometimes digs too deep, a simple whisper might show a lost love or a life lost for a love quest. The fear or shame of being revealed builds a colossal defense mechanism around the deepest feelings. But with matters of the heart, the human being is weak and predictable. A Silent moment…a forced broken smile, invisible tears…the slip is noticed when the heart breaks. There’s not enough strength to resist the pain when love is reject, it seems the body awakes from an eternal numbness and enters to gloominess.

It seems we are never alone in this life, there’s always someone that digs us. If we love and laugh, someone is going to weep and be heart-broken.

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Every drop I ear

Every drop I ear, from every leaf, every single sound I ear, the voice in the enchanted mind, makes me drift. Noises are blocked by the world in ascension in my mind; the piano takes me through buses and cars like they were sculptures of a world of metallic heart and tragedy…or treachery. Abstraction takes all the nonsense to a temporary recycle bin, were they will stay as long the sound cruises through my body. It makes me wonder, makes me smile the chaotic vision that my eyes provide from the hasty street. I still like to ride my carpet of emotions through this hurried existence, stop time and observe oblivion taking peaces of broken hearts, forgotten by time: wasted love, lost to dead, dead of love…
Each beat commands my pace. The melody wires my legs and commands my attention.
I feel pain, the music is gone; I’ve run out of battery, I hit the reality.