the sea.

Life is pretty much like a sea. We live with a constant level, a level of melancholy which is affected by waves of happiness and hit when those waves break, mostly in your face. One's life is determined then by the frequency of waves and their willingness to break. The people that surround us, they are the fish and water plants and rocks, meaning that they may affect us during a part of our lives or during the whole period of our existence, but in the end, it doesn't matter. We are determined to be alone, because we live together but we die as we are born, alone.

life.

Tom walked to her apartment intoxicated by the promise of the evening. He believed that, for the first time, his expectatioins would align with reality.

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Dead banafishbowl dream.

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.

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.

hot'n'cold

In a vain attempt to write something. 

Cause you're hot then you're cold
you're yes then you're no
you're in then you're out
you're up then you're down

mamma mia!

I can still recall
Our last summer
I still see it all
Walks along the Seine
Laughing in the rain
Our last summer
Memories that remain...

(Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?)