Storyteller The world seems to be talking to me. The air speaks to me, the songs in shuffle speak to me, the art of driving and the language between machines speak to me. The strangers and our instant and short interaction, they speak to me... These moments speak to me. How kind could we be? So kind, and I smile to the world with its answers, signals that constantly feed my senses... Senses that have decided to reborn in me- I can actually feel my mind re open to this state. The colors of this city speak to me, those sounds that go from one ear to the other ear speak to me, and the inspiration getting out of control... So pretty to see it alive and just my senses managing what comes along. If I could connect and syncronize my brain with this blog, then the flow would grow and match my current status everywhere I go... What a lovely joy to play along with imagination and let others join in this special plan. A flow within these visions, that even if I'm away, it goes on it doesn't stop... while I think about it, I picture all these people skating, and me joining whenever the universe pushes me... it feels amazing. Every day I find new and different ways to express myself and meet a bunch of new souls that are developing their own ways, and during that process... they find me, we find each other. Grateful I am.. for this perception. Thankful for being able to read the world like this and happy because with it, I tell a story to the world. Lyrics by Temper Trap (Do yourself a favor and get this song) I'm in transit Floating stranded on this boat And I pledge my self allegiance To a better night sleep at home And the sweet sweet sun's comin' down hard The sun's comin' down hard It burns the bones So hold a hand for cover Hold a hand for cover Hold a hand for cover from harm Woo, ooh, ooh Talk don't change a thing Oh, it's fading fader Woo, ooh, ooh Words don't sink it swims Oh, it's fading fader Bless this mess We tried our best That's all that we can do While the angels walk With the lonely ones In the cold rain to rescue you And this fable world's comin' down hard The wall's comin' down hard On all our homes So hold a hand for cover Hold a hand for cover Hold a hand for cover from harm Woo, ooh, ooh Talk don't change a thing Oh, it's fading fader Woo, ooh, ooh Words don't sink it swims Oh, it's fading fader Here Until- Because I... I still have your contact information, and your ring tone I still have that stupid song to wake me up and the idea of a better day I still have these dumb songs, just because it was funny picturing you while listening to them Still a few things that remind, because it feels weird.. still I still haven't picked up those shirts, makes no sense only if I decide to be ironic and sarcastic, them I would wear them proudly I still have these written questions and they all merge in the same hole: the unknown and lack of information. I still keep these pictures (no, not those pictures) just two images that remind me what a wonderful bond we had and so many others you shared with the world while you felt happy with my friendship in your life Everything changes, and that's a fact It will never stop feeling weird, awkward and stupid just because there are answers I don't understand and my reading can only go this far. Because you threw me out of your life so easily after holding me so close and keeping so near There's nothing that would change that, your vision of us got damaged and I can't find the reason... which is why... You're happy and I stop. I miss you, and I stop. Lyrics by You Me At Six (Just because this song represents for me all that shit that came and broke things appart) Keep your hands to yourself, These lips belong to someone else. And you know that you, will never get on it. Keep your lies to yourself, *cos' every lie, you heard from someone else, And you know that you will never get with it. Well I sussed you good. *oh You knew I would. *oh haven’t you heard? *you're just a mark on my shirt. Another night and another girl? Well I taste so good, But you knew I would. So who's keeping score, On who is a whore? With you by my side That look in your eye *I hope you dont. Go home and wash your jeans, *cos' there's dirt on the knees, Your jealously doesn’t sit with me. You love, I love you too, Below the waist I’ll start charging you, Cause that’s just how the players play the game. *oh My winning streak, is missing. So who's keeping score, On who is a whore? With you by my side That look in your eye *I hope you dont. So who's keeping score, On who is a whore? With you by my side, That look in your eye, *I hope you dont. *you whore. Save it for the bedroom. (20x) We'll save it for the, Save it for the bedroom Oh I'll save it for the, Save it for the bedroom Lights Off Regular and individual rutines before we call it for the day. Mostly set up for the next day, or charge all things you need to plug in, splash some water on your face to make particular moments of your day disappear at that second. 'Cause we do believe in water and its power. An empty bed always awaits, and if not I always find my way to throw all that stuff to the floor, because I have no energies left for my life as I know it before 11 pm... and this short period before my eyes close blossoms and another tiny rutines begins, including the process of writing these posts, listen to music and avoid the thinking thinking, and push more words I didn't say when I had to... you would laugh to see the size of that bag. But then I find with myself just before I give in my sleep, and I hear them... all of them saying too many words for my mind to process at a regular pace and all I do is put them together as in a list, and try to check as many as I think should remind important... the other ones are deleted, I don't know where they go, but as soon as I wake up, they're gone. I had a lot to say today, more than yesterday and probably less than tomorrow... but there they go, words for the bag and just before I turn this of, Alanis reminds me of things I should have done by now, making me a part of herself in this song. Photo by: Doubraska "You Learn" I, recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone, yeah (done) I, recommend walking around naked in your living room, yeah (done) Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill) It feels so good (swimming in your stomach) (I'm gonna say, done) Wait until the dust settles (not yet) You live you learn, you love you learn (sure..)
You cry you learn, you lose you learn (aja) You bleed you learn, you scream you learn (maybe) I, recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone I certainly do (yeah, me too) I, recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time Feel free (gotta do it more often) Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind) (I guess I should) Hold it up (to the rays) You wait and see when the smoke clears (and it does... always) Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do) (I know!) Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually, anyway) (and I have...) The fire trucks are coming up around the bend (they are here already) You grieve you learn, you choke you learn You laugh you learn, you choose you learn You pray you learn, you ask you learn You live you learn (we do) Against Before I start, my mind laughs and reminds me these battles are too hard to win but for the effort given, energies could just change their direction, there's your desire to reach out and there's a golden state of new perspectives. So many words trapped in a rush of sensations and feeling how the air screams on my skin just by touching me softly constant air, and a reaction that makes me fear of myself, such a dual interaction. Visions of memories that once in a while during the night show me how the sensation fades every time how you made me feel, how I saw myself floating images in my head, but just small frames of weakness... Weakness that lays behind this door because I don't want it out just yet and because it would be much better to join you in that room than to open a new box and cover you up cover your kisses cover your touch cover your essence... In the photo once more::.. Lady Wal.
Dry Another use was given and sorting out stories didn't come as expected including these cute little kisses You are able to see it work again, it does work all the time. But this time I don't see it there's no party to wear it no special moments to appear and one single ocassion where I'm sure, it will glow on me. Sun and its warm will do their thing it will be dry as soon as possible for this body of mine to give some live to such a red and blossom shape with all these beats that keep my toes moving. It will do its thing while this empty chest puts half smile on one side and puts a plan in motion so easy not to think when I don't feel push a few bottoms and hoping wishing awaiting for another succes on my skin
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