lunes, 21 de octubre de 2013

This is over… eventually

You dig into it voluntarily
Perhaps you didn't have better choices
But the choice not to is always there
Then you swim for a while
Then you start to drown
And when you are fed up with it and want to walk away, it is yourself who don't want to just go and try to find a proper ending for it. You know exactly what you have to do to get out, but you don't. OMG, there are so many other shit things that look so appealing compared to this. 
But sometimes, fortunately only sometimes, the waiting to act makes you be further away from the exit.
That’s it. A sour-sweet love, where the sweet comes from your blood and the sour from your tears.
*Nicoletta Ceccoli

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  2. A change of speed, a change of style.
    A change of scene, with no regrets,
    A chance to watch, admire the distance,
    Still occupied, though you forget.
    Different colours, different shades,
    Over each mistakes were made.
    I took the blame.
    Directionless so plain to see,
    A loaded gun won't set you free.
    So you say.

    We'll share a drink and step outside,
    An angry voice and one who cried,
    'we'll give you everything and more,
    The strain's too much, can't take much more.'
    Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire,
    Can't seem to feel it anymore.
    It was me, waiting for me,
    Hoping for something more,
    Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.

    New Dawn Fades, Joy Division.


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