Life In A Picture The same question when it comes to giving shape to a morning thought: "What kind of person am I?" and then, "do I need to be just one kind of person?" and after that comes ""was that just an excuse?" Because some go jogging in the morning, and some others stay in bed and make love; maybe think of the perfect breakfast in a delightful lazy state, but not me, not today. I'm thinking about this word "kind" and then trying to put these ideas together to bring out what the main point is. Life in a picture, because when I push myself a little, short phrases of meaning come and this time it was the perfect line. Pictures are a piece of time put on some kind of material, representing just that: frozen time. But life (despite all my efforts) goes beyond frozen stuff, and has more energy than all my students together since 2004. So to express what this post is about, I'll say this: I'm the kind of person who thinks can live in pictures; like that granted innocence of pretending and trying to keep everything on its place. But as I said, I don't really think I'm supposed to be just one kind of person (thank God for that); and for that when I turn around in my bed and confront ideas, I see how much I get the ending part of life. It ends, ends, ends... and again, ends, it ends. Because I seek for beginnings but avoid facing endings, like if I could support them all. So for those two kinds of person I just defined this morning, this line: stay more on that aware side of endings, because you can't just carry them all. P.S.: I really need to stop when I know I'm done. Lyrics by Florence And The Machine Happiness / hit her / like a train on a track Coming towards her / stuck still / no turning back She hid around corners / and she hid under beds / She killed it with kisses and from it she fled / With every bubble she sank with a drink / And washed it away down the kitchen sink. The dog days are over The dog days are done The horses are comin' so you better run Run fast for your mother; run fast for your father Run for your children all your sisters and brothers Leave all your love and your longing behind. By someone /who should have known better / than that
You can't carry it with you / if you want to survive The dog days are over The dog days are done Can you hear the horses 'Cos here they come And I- never wanted anything from you Except everything / you had And / what was left after that too / Oh! Happiness / hit her / like a bullet in the back Struck from /a great height The Hollow Collection Is it stealing when they don't realize what they have and then are missing? Is it wrong to just use frames of moments that are not mine at all? Are they to blame for the monster growing on my wall? I'll fight him to death, just while I keep on stealing from you all Collecting your magic has become my sweet addiction, and for infatuations to fill this open chest, then collecting fits just right. Is it weird to create your characters in my head? Is it silly to provide answers in my mind before they hit you hard? Are you to blame for this hunger of walking with your shoes? I'll keep on posting you belongings around my room Collecting each and every one of you who came to made it happen, and for confessions to spread on the ground, then collecting comes in the perfect moment. Lyrics by Carolina Liar Don't you hope,
We can start again Endings are old, But they help you see Can't quite believe, All of this and what it means You've become so bitter You think you're better alone, For the sake of your sanity It won't hurt a soul, If you just learn to breath again You never had the nerve to begin with You think you're better alone Been here before, seeking safety and something to blame You feel so hollow, You can swear that you've grown Worth anything, As big as your dream You've become so bitter Never had the nerve to begin with Got to come to your senses You think you're better alone, For the sake of your sanity It won't hurt a soul, If you just learn to breath again You think you're better alone It won't hurt a soul 5 and Wave There's not much difference between you and me Because we both wave our hands like this, So would it kill you to let me sink for a little longer? Just 5 more seconds. Just before I let the air come in my lungs again And release my thoughts to jump and hit free in my head again Let me here for a bit more... just a little more. I promise I'll stop thinking about cutting my hair. I promise I'll return to sessions. I promise I'll have the pillows take turns. Just 5 more seconds in this magical state Within silence, honest happiness and clever smiles Away from shapes I could recognize. Just a little longer...
Flare Turn them on, hold and stare The heat gave it power Some energy too intense to touch And the anxiety of seeing how fast it was vanishing It felt like that with you and with you and with you ...Because for a reason, I kept of pulling you out of this box ...until there were none left. So I had the option to go get a new box of these, or choose for a different way to amusse myself ...to find relief comfort and I must say, besides missing the fun of it I'm sure this will turn into something. One Foot At The Time Make sure you check on me constantly Avoid leaving my mind alone for too long Please remind me of the good moments, nice moments She will find it hard to go through She will make up many excuses to erase good reasons She will try to hide and run away But you know better, and this attitude can only grow Because more than an attitude of going forward This is about using only the new stickers on the notepad.
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