sexta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2011

Good Choices

Easy to make but hard to find!
What did I do wrong? Where is the choice that I was supposed to make? The one that would give me a great life ...

Even though it is rainning in a wedding day, I can always make it right.
I can always do something that will make me very happy. Or not ...

I can try!
Try to overcome all of the obstacles, all the bad choices I have done in my life.
Could it be what I am looking for?
What I'm looking for is myself. Hidden under this mess.
But smile is always the best thing to do ... because, even if I'm on the ground, I can always smile, or at least fake one.

I did it ... I gave all that I had! I really fought with all my strength ... But I wasn't able to achieve exactly what I wanted.
Still, I'm happy. I'm happy for being myself.
But, at this stage, I don't even know who that person is ...

sexta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2011

Belonging

I'm the only one who understands ...

Look what happens when it all falls appart, when I don't have anywhere else to turn to.

(The thing is, why does it come back to me when I really don't want it to ?)

I look at myself in the mirror and I'm proud of all the changes that have been made but, at the same time, I feel all alone in that mirror ...
It almost feels like, the mirror is empty and the person I see standing there, the person I'm looking at, is not myself. There is no me in the mirror. Just ... someone ... alone!
And then I think to myself: "Why bother, when I have no one waitting at home for me to come back?"; "Why can't someone just make an appearance?"; "Why can't that appearing person look at me and like me from that moment on? Love me, just the way I am. Make itself available to love."

I can try to understand the way things really are, but the pieces may not fit the way I want them to.
So I ask myself: "What is missing?"; "What the hell is missing here?"; "Why is everything around me so complicated?".
Maybe I am the one who makes it all so complicated.

And the truth is ... You do not belong with me anymore ...