26 apr. 2010

[censored] Dear Sir,


They say I don’t act nice, first to finish every single conversation, but you know better than that, cause you’re waiting and you know this is not getting us anywhere. It is not supposed to get us anywhere, and by now you should feel the relief.

Do you remember that night I told you I love both of them more than I’ll ever be able to love you? Be my confidant, my friend, my shoulder to cry on. Hear my grief and wash away my tears because I miss so much and I am sad.

Distance is the basic concept in my fundamental reality. Being apart, one coffee, one tooth brush. It was his choice to leave. I used to believe in forever. But then I’ve met you, so I guess there is not enough room for the three of us anyway. Or the four. I heard your hands are full.

So I’m sure you had fun last night. I had to stay awake. To stay away. Or I would have had some vodka and call you around three, but they told me I should start behaving better. They think I’m irresponsible, as if they even knew the meaning of such word. Don’t worry, I’ll always find my way back to you. Listen to the music.

I’ve been wanting to ask you, do you mind if I get to know your friend better? I’ve been talking with him lately, he makes me smile. He admires you very much, and I love the way he talks about you. I think we could have fun together.

Don’t frown, I know you’ve been busy and it’s ok, we need to know life so we can really appreciate each other. I’m the one who’s gonna stand by you till the day you die. Remember when I told you we should choose our own death, plan our funeral, so fun. I want to know one year in advance when I am going to die so I can start becoming a better person. I am too busy now, I have to deal with all my daily important stuff. You are busy too, that’s why you forgot to write.

So did you listen to the music?

They say it’s all in the words, they are so wrong, it’s all about the way it smells.

Did you wash your hands? Brushed your teeth before you went to bed?

You frown again.

It would be really nice if we had no mood swings two weeks in a row. I am really tired trying to understand this.

19 apr. 2010

Missing (A Lost Battle)

The words disturb the reality
I had to question my sanity
Invaded with your compliance
I had to give up my resistance

I remember perfectly the first moment I saw you.

Words are our only treasures
We can't really trust the memories
Fighting the demons of space and time
The world is build from game cards.

I miss making coffee in the morning.

Dreams swallow the universe
Painting our own existence
Reinventing the senses
And conquering thoughts.

I hate saying "good-bye", please don't make me do that again.

We are like one and the same
A resilient mystery
The perfect reflection of what can not be
We should stop conceiving existence.

I am afraid one day I'll miss you too much and I'll die.