SA NU CREZI NIMIC, VORBELE'S DOAR FUM....Vreau o bomba.. sa ma faca sa deraiez de pe sinele monotoniei.. sa rupa cursul berii.. Un lucru rau te ajuta:te caleste.. te face sa nu mai tremuri la orice adiere de vant, la orice fleac.
Cum poate un tablou sa sara de pe perete.. nu se plictiseste acolo , chiar in ciuda complexitatii lui?? Nu isi doreste sa stea alaturi zi de zi de alte tablouri.. sa fie vazut de alti ochi, sa fie batut de alte vanturi, sa aibe alte rame? Nu isi doreste niciodata sa simta maini repezite, infricosate.. maini de hot pe el? Realitatea nu presupune interactiune?
Cat mai astept hackerul care sa'mi viruseze orice urma a trecutului, care sa'mi arunce la Recycle Bin orice ciob de sentiment si sa nu dea restore vreodata? o sa aiba vreodata curaj sa selecteze tot textul scris minutios,cu toate orele pierdute, sa dea click-dreapta si sa dea Delete?
isi ia vreodata cineva un risc total, fara jumatati de masura, fara asigurari, fara hamuri de protectie? accepta cineva o provocare fara cale de intoarcere?
in continuare.. as accepta EU aceasta provocare? sau doar m'am pierdut intre cuvinte, intre utopii nocturne?
are u my sweet 666? but then again.. today i love u and i know i can't be without u from now on, and tomorrow i dangerously take my index finger next to the Esc button, to encounter some diversity and forget my faith is fading.
i don't need an amswer; words ar oh!! so useless!!! actions do the trick.. i might look back.. i shoudn't but i might. Hmm.. the evil seeds are making roots.. will you really let that happen? please don't!! "Save me from the dark, from the nothing i become" as the song said.
why do i doubt you would change? i fear that. i am certain i would, though i am not sure it would be a positive change.
See, this is what happens when i don't see you days on end: i start wondering, i feel like in a black-hole, i search for opportunities. don't you think i hate myself for these?
si totusi, ce vreau eu de fapt? ce vreau acum, in momentul asta? de ce nu ma dezmint nici in al 12lea ceas, de ce sunt tot vesnica nemultumita? ce naiba imi lipseste?
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urasc faptul ca nu pot sa-mi exprim singura parerile,decat prin intermediar..asa ca il las pe molko sa vorbeasca:It's the disease of the age
It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave
We catch the last bus home[...]Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
We'd drink and get high until late
And now we're all alone
Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone
Protect me from what I want...
Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...
Toti avem momente de nemultumire.. cand nu ne mai intalegem pe noi insine... suntem straini si fata de noi.. e ciudat.. stiu! Dar.. totul trece... monotonia se duce departe.. si renasti ca o pasare Phoenix din cenusa proprie! :D
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