We
We're the worlds people.
We dream of the most beautiful places.
We believe in the most unbelievable moments.
We create the words to each other's souls.
We dance to the beat of each other's hearts.
We hug our differences and smile to our similarities.
We love.
The world. The people. The music in our minds.
People more than anything else
Sometimes you make choices in life and sometimes choices make you. I am going to be honest with you. I have always been a fan of rainy days, but I'm scared of thunders. I like empty stores and quiet roads on late nights. I like Sunday mornings mixed with all the summer freedom. I have always been understanding, yet no one understood me. And that pain and that loneliness when you feel alone in this world, it's important. Because it's in pain, where we find the meaning of life. We find ourselves. And through that hardship, I've learned a lot about myself and how to express my feelings with words, paint and moves. People seem to think embracing life means to jump off cliffs and kiss strangers. Maybe it's just slowly learning to love yourself. No matter what anybody thinks or says about you, you just need to keep in mind that being yourself means loving yourself, fully and completely. You'll need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. I believe in people. Even through I was disappointed in some of them. But good people exist. Every one of us here is trying to change the world with every word we have left. Remember who you were before all the unluckily scars and wounds. And the person you remember, is the person who is still here, just inside you. Hiding, scared of being in a place where there is no love. So give that little boy or girl some love. Believe in yourself. Believe in everything you do. Because let me tell you, that's the only way you will believe in this world.
Manic mission
I dreamed of outer space, until the midnight, when that space was inside me. Slowly crumbling, slowly fading away. Your little black eyes. And your dark body full of light. I saw you from another person's eyes. You were strange and insecure. You were everything you never wanted to be. Demure and furtive. Through those eyes I saw you cry, I saw your pain and it brought back mine. I was bleeding and losing my ambition. Falling inside your arms, she closed her eyes and I lost my sight. I lost my mind. I know that when you stop playing with her tongue, you'll leave at your own speed to another manic mission. And I, I will stay here, wondering why weren't we able to see the sings that would brought us back together.