jueves, 21 de enero de 2016
Nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day II
Te inmiscuiste en mis sueños, y te sentí tan normal, tan real.... Como si siempre hubiese sido así, como si siempre hubieras estado ahí. Como si alguna vez hubieras estado ahí.
jueves, 7 de enero de 2016
Nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day
You are in my mind too much lately. You left a doubt way into my soul, which, I think, will never be solved. I dive into fake memories of past fantasies. You put them there, but you did not take them when you left. Why is your ghost still chasing me?
I see you in cars on the street, I see you as I try to sleep. I think about you as I try not to.
Once, I was asked how I would define you. I did not need more than a second to come up with a single word: magnetic. Damn you, magnetic machine. You were never honest with me, though I could not get away from you, 'cause you already had your magnets on me. You wanted all of me, while you would not give me any more than dreams, stupid fantasies to treasure as if they were memories of the upcoming future. And I believed. I had to believe. Or get depressed. That belief made you almost touchable. Like you had left your spirit status to gain some actual mass. But, as soon as I started believing that the oasis could actually be there, it just vanished. You vanished in the air. In the sand. You did not even give me the chance to yell at you. All of a sudden, everything around me was dry, barren, gray. There was no oasis, no water, no motion. It was all inert.
Then again, you already had your magnets on me. So, all you had to do was pull a little bit harder. You wiped out the tears on my cheek and placed me as your protector. As if I could ever be such thing. How can a prey protect its predator?
This might... Continue.
I see you in cars on the street, I see you as I try to sleep. I think about you as I try not to.
Once, I was asked how I would define you. I did not need more than a second to come up with a single word: magnetic. Damn you, magnetic machine. You were never honest with me, though I could not get away from you, 'cause you already had your magnets on me. You wanted all of me, while you would not give me any more than dreams, stupid fantasies to treasure as if they were memories of the upcoming future. And I believed. I had to believe. Or get depressed. That belief made you almost touchable. Like you had left your spirit status to gain some actual mass. But, as soon as I started believing that the oasis could actually be there, it just vanished. You vanished in the air. In the sand. You did not even give me the chance to yell at you. All of a sudden, everything around me was dry, barren, gray. There was no oasis, no water, no motion. It was all inert.
Then again, you already had your magnets on me. So, all you had to do was pull a little bit harder. You wiped out the tears on my cheek and placed me as your protector. As if I could ever be such thing. How can a prey protect its predator?
This might... Continue.