Unarmed


If I could grab this sensations and hold on to them for all eternity, then our lives would be so different, maybe happier, maybe insane, but if I could make them last... If I just could.

There's nothing between the world and my heart, at this point there's not much I can do, adjust, measure, avoid, protect, there's just a naked soul with vulnerable feelings exposed in this environment of falls and pain. Because if we could only feel the good things, then I wouldn't be so afraid.

Behind me there's my history, side by side I walk with what I own, and in front only what faith will provide. There's nothing but who I am and what I feel... Because I know moments can't freeze and seconds of greatness will just last what they're supposed to.

If I could move with all this ideas, grab the unknown future and hide it in my drawer, then I think this fear would get smaller, at least just a bit. But I will still walk towards that experience, leaving under my bed all my weapons of control, the ones I use to shape this situations... They will stay here, while I move forward.

If I could grab this sensations and hold on to them for all eternity, then our lives would be so different, maybe happier, maybe insane, but if I could make them last... If I just could.

In the photo: Ruth
Lyrics by Metric

Get hot, get too close to the flame
Wild, open space
Talk like an open book
Sign me up
Got no time to take a picture
I'll remember someday all the chances we took
We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who'd you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"

Don't go, stay with the all-unknown
Stay away from the hooks
All the chances we took
We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all of this is gone
Who'd you rather be?
The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
Oh, seriously
You're gonna make mistakes, you're young
Come on, baby, play me something
Like, "Here Comes the Sun"

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