here we go again.

Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.

People's intimate life is so horrendous. I have trouble to think that there isn't eternity in our lives, loves and stories. Our stories are atrocious, lack compassion and real emotion. It's just a sequential sequence of unjoint events, due to lust, hubris and greed.

I'm sensitive to these issues, because I believe there's always something good lurking around... but it ain't. Life is but a dream.

um amor incessante

um disturbio irritante

uma paixao desprecavida

uma dor despercebida

emotions

The little thread that holds the essence of life: emotions.
They are what makes life worth the effort of avoiding death,
They are what makes life worth the relentless fear of death.

Inertia

It`s bound to be broken, but still, it bugs me. Hard throbbing heart, thinking about something I didn`t feel for quite some time. Need to wear off these sensations, become numb again... at least for a while. My stomach aches while hearing the songs that make me think, to wonder, dream. There are no tears falling out of my eyes, because their falling into my soul. A silent, nasty inertia.

an intimate moment.

My inherent sadness has hit me, hard to feel anything at all. It's just a matter of days until  it wears off, but right now... it's hard even to think, because thinking is the root of all sadness. People who don't think aren't aware of their own pointless existence and therefore can't feel bad about it. 

Then again, without the smarts, can't gain the freedom of human vanity.
In the end, it's all the same and same again, endless circle of human life.

Life's worth the uncertainty of death

what's the value in it?

blankets

How sad it is when something is just blant ripped away from you and don`t even know why.

rose red crying

I scene to die for.
A love to cry for.

i would love to hear

"I love you so much, I hate you."

"My love is so big, it aches, a cancer killing me."



- Unknown girl.

Who I wanna be?

Quantum Life.

I try to tell myself to go on, to strive whereas the others crawl. Is it all worth it? Bound to death, no way to cheat it, what´s life then? Being great or being happy? Tough choice.