Tuesday, April 13, 2010

useless.


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I wanted to cry here. To stick each cold and salty tear in here. I wanted to stuck here all the black words that caused bruises on my heart, on my face, on those green eyes. I wanted just to sleep in peace. Sometimes I just want to be somebody normal. But crying here won't help. Crying here won't turn my soul quiet. Crying here won't make people jump to help me. Crying... 


Useless.

6 comments:

Ioana Liliana Gheorghe said...

"Hey are you a dreamer? Don’t see too many of you around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming’s dead and no one does it anymore. Its not dead, it’s just it’s been forgotten; removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so no one knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. I’m trying to change all that and I hope you are too by dreaming everyday. Dreaming with our hands, dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced - ever. So whatever you do don’t be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time you could have possibly hoped to be alive And things are just starting…"

Hope you feel better. I know it's hard to believe that you ever would, or should, but it will come, whether you want it or not. Trust me, I've been there more than once. If you must suffer, suffer. It will make you that much stronger, and when it will think it's done with that, suffering will leave on it's own to test someone else. But if you can, do get over it. Because there's life and beauty and magic. In you.

addicted said...

Subscriu in totalitate Ioana ...

ko said...

gracias;)

A dreamer. said...
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A dreamer. said...

Ko, por nada, realmente :).

A dreamer. said...

The first fragment came across my eyes some days ago, I first thought it was ment for me ( I'm under medication, I may be out of this world, dizzy, so don't be scared!)
I don't even know if I'm writing well, I'm in trance for... 3 days from now.
You know... I've learned too that you always get to lick your own wounds, no one will do it for you, but it's sad to have no one to make you believe that everything will be fine.
It's sad when there's no fingers to cross your hair and shoulder and make you feel safe and strong even for a while.
And it's worst when people judge you and point at you when you just want to feel these things, just these lousy stuff.
You're always lame.

Ioana, thank you for even spending a little time writing your words here.
I really apreciate it.
I really do!