Wednesday, 8 February 2012

If Only..

If only I'd stop getting in my way.. If only I'd stop looking over the moon's shoulder to keep checking if it's there.. If only I'd stop retracing the way my breathing wants to breath and my feelings want to feel.. If only I'd get sick and bored of ''if only..''

(if only this place wrote itself and I'd just collect the cream like any lazy, neurotic zombie that is too afraid to feel..)

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Lepota.. find it dazzling where you least expect it.. it shows off the more it hides.. it pretends it's nothing special without needing to pretend.. it's so convinced that it is nothing special that it doesn't even try to convince you.. it radiates this thing that eludes language.. among the pretentious it looks so fleeting that it seems invisible.. in fact, it can be so shy that it baffles you.. you see it if you're in the proximity of its humbleness.. you can touch it if you can hide your gawking, trying to pretend like it's nothing special, without pretending.. until you find out.. it was you ..too

Monday, 9 January 2012