I'm singing these songs to you, and making you smile at my silliness

There's this lovely energy, that even when I wanna hide it, gets through the air

I try not to touch your hands, but they seem to come near me

and as I move away, you notice this need of one kind aproach

just an instant touch, one short encounter...

You laugh at this performance, and I think of ways to make it stop

but maybe the boose won't let me 

I can't stop doing what I wanna do

being who I wanna be

You seem to enjoy it, because maybe you know it wont last

Soon enough the song will be over, and I'll stop singing

remembering what I must accomplish

and the feeling I should be hiding

And before we know it, this other song begins

One that, instead of taking us back to that dream

makes me crash with reality as I sit and realize I already know how everything will end.

Lyrics by Coldplay

These ideas and the sounds that come with them

A particular way of touching without even moving your hands

That thought I stole from your dream

where you felt like staying here,

with me.

All my happy places in the past

filled with people that no longer share my timeline

and have moved on without me in theirs

seeing how their routines don't realize I'm not there anymore

Those fears I carry in a backpack, always in there

afraid I won't have them when the moment comes

and the truth is revealed to me

the reasons why I haven't change them

... I carry the same fears all the time.

I'll tie all this to a safe place

I'll make sure they don't go away and my head thinks of them continuously

Because tonight, I don't wanna move

I don't wanna change

I don't wanna blink

Refusing the actions of time and just holding on to this unfortunate feeling.

Lyrics by Oasis

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova or in the Sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova or in the sky

Wake up the dawn and ask her why
A dreamer dreams she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova or in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

'Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball
Where were you while we were getting high?

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova or in the sky
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova
A champagne supernova

'Cause people believe that they're
Gonna get away for the summer
But you and I, we live and die
The world's still spinning round
We don't know why
Why, why, why, why

How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
We were getting high

It might be too much to ask, but for just this moment, before I go to sleep and open a window for these thoughts to become dreams... I'll think of it as something a bit less than impossible.

There's a door, one empty space and some light; the atmosphere feels heavy, warm and thick. And there they stand, just waiting for me.

I own the key, I control time inside my room and there's a perfect syncronization between situations... Like giving me permission to play this way.

Nothing awaits beyond these walls, and what I let myself feel in here will only feed my ego until my hands stop typing these words.

Put that down and go back

Hard 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

It 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.