Monday, 11 December 2017

There was a time when not even wildfires could push me away from you.
They don't see me
They don't talk with me
They don't touch me
They don't know much about me
They don't love me

And, still, all I wish for are crystal dawns and vanilla skies.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

The river of memories washes them away into the sea of oblivion.

Monday, 4 September 2017

We said we gave up on love and everyone knows it's just because we don't want to hurt anymore. 
Love is just one of so many things in this world. But is it the one that makes it all worth it and that we can't really live without? 

Friday, 1 September 2017

Thirst

You go through life with a thirst for many things that sometimes you don't recognize immediately. 

If you can't get satisfaction you'll just keep on searching for something that doesn't exist. Human unsatisfaction doesn't have to harm everyone around you too. Just remember you can control and balance your thirst, like everything else. 
- Will it ever stop? The sensation that everything has been done, said, written, told, painted, photographed, registered, imagined, created, by all possibilities of every human that was ever alive. 
And yet this hopefulness and hungriness for universes to discover. 

Saturday, 5 August 2017

It's said that it's hard to forget the face of the one you love.

Monday, 31 July 2017

My body is made of veins that fight every second to not burst of its bloody tears. 

Friday, 14 July 2017

Halves of the same Soul

From half of me pours half of you, 
It's the touching of souls 
that it's said to be love, 
Even when you thought you had no soul anymore. 
The messy worlds inside us

cannot contain the strenght of our soul. 
It's the sky and the ocean that are halves of the same blue world. 

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Mirror, mirror, can you see?


The confirmation that gladly everyone is better without you;
The explanation that you rather know they're happy;
The comprehension of how finite every gaze is;
The fascination with every facial line of every person you've seen;
The extension of your heart being so infinite that you still love everyone you've ever loved. 

Can you find, in the mirror, me?