Washed0 voicesWould it be better without all the words? Drop the anxiety and that memorized agenda What we are both feeling, will vanish in a second I promise you that. Would it be better dressed with borrowed sensations? Drop the fear and the shield What we are both thinking will not stay for too long That I can guarantee. Take my background and wash it away, I'll give you this blank version of me If that is what we both need. There Is, There Goes0 voicesHard beginnings, difficult endings... particular situations, but all moments that share one destiny: the not lasting. The missing, the enjoying, same destiny. Fear, stress, worry, also same destiny. Moments that fade, no matter what, because all we can really trust is time, and the fact that it doesn't stop. Condeming these moments to a unique finale. Days, hours, minutes, seconds... none of them stop and they define the simple structure of everything we go through. A routine that becomes a routine based on the course of time, like a circle where objects, people and other things can join or leave, altering the whole flow just for a while, right before time does its thing... ending things... fading the sensations, turning what felt odd at first into a normal feeling. Wake up and go out there, but "knowing" that no matter how your day ends, it will end. Stand strong and face goodbyes, knowing that what now feels sad, soon will feel as a covered hole. Make that big decision, knowing that this fear that consumes your energy, may not become confidence, but will change and eventually die. Lyrics by Death Cab For Cutie It was one hundred degrees
As we sat beneath a willow tree Whose tears didn't care They just hung in the air And refused to fall, to fall And I knew I'd made a horrible call And now the state line felt Like the Berlin wall And there was no doubt About which side I was on 'Cause I built you a home in my heart With rotten wood, it decayed from the start 'Cause you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along I braved treacherous streets And kids strung out On homemade speed And we shared a bed In which I could not sleep at all 'Cause that night the sun in retreat Made the skyline look Like crooked teeth In the mouth of a man Who was devouring, us both You're so cute when you're slurring your speech But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along I'm a war of head versus heart And it's always this way My head is weak, my heart always speaks Before I know what it will say And you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along No you can't find nothing at all If there was nothing there all along If it's to build...0 voicesIt takes energy, whatever it is we feel like supporting, defending... like sadness or excitment. It takes energy for both, but the the difference sometimes is that some efforts are meant to be felt and some others are not, they just pass us by without waves of sensation. It takes energy, sometimes not that much, but just enough to hold something up... that attitude, that emotion, that mood, giving specific instructions to each one of our actions, to go as they should... like speaking my mind if I must, wear gray all day, watch one particular movie, write about this. Because it takes energy, and just the fact that this energy even exist brings out the most important thought for today: You either learn how to handle it, or be handled by it. So whenever I feel like the energy is using me, and the amounts of effort I'm wasting are not being used for the bright side of life, then I must remember that the situation can be transformed using the same energy, but turning it into a much more high energy. If it's to build, then build bridges not walls
Doomed0 voicesSomeone must be to blame... for the rushing, the rushing Someone must be guilty... for the early blowing, so early Someone must know the reason... for the put out ...for the quick ending... And if that someone finds a way And if that someone finds it real And if that someone gets it right... ...then we'll rush together, we'll blow together, we'll put out together.
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