It's hard to put into words. it is a feeling that goes with a background of sandy shores, of low hills covered of sea grass battered by the wind. blue-grey waves are rushing lazily. it is rather cold, and the wind is blowing from the ocean on my right cheek. somewhere nearby, it is raining, and i can feel a few drops on my face. it is a feeling tha

I forgot the burn of crying eyes. i forgot the releasing pain you feel when you close your eyes after having cried. i want to forget again. i haven't been down in so long, i don't want to fall again. i'm sorry. i will fight.

I guess i'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all very true indeed.

I stand, looking up at the blearing speakers, feeling your music in my pulse. i know each reason behind a song, every hope you put in the next tune. i know how much the moment you hit play matters and how the second of stand by makes your heart sink before the party agrees with your choice and picks up the words. i know how you lead the crowd at th

- d. ...?- i love you too, marianna. you provoqued a heartquake. when i asked how you knew i was going to say that, you simply answered that you were feeling, and thinking the same at this same exact moment. it comforted me in my thought that we often "say" our love to each other in other ways than words and that when i thinking i should say it but

In my story, it's only one road winding in a yellow wood. step after step, together, until sometimes, this little pinch in my heart reminds me that everything is not that easy. i am reminded that we're two in this, and who says two people says two opinions and two different views on things. sometimes to paths diverging to merge back again? i am rem