I am dead.

Do not ask for any Dude around here any more. Good bye.

Just because

Because I really don't know what to do any more even though I so do. Save a lil for me.

John Legend - Save room

'N-rai.

Eşti confidentul meu în cele ce urmează. În faţa ta va înmuguri sufletul meu şi te voi lăsa să îl iei în braţe pentru un scurt timp. Dimineţile nu îmi plac pentru că nu mă mai trezesc întâmpinat de surâsul tău de şcolăriţă necajită de soartă precum o cioară care ciupeste egoist dintr-o bucată anonimă de carne lăsată să fie slujită de muşte sub soare. Îmi plac dimineţile ca astea când umblu singur pe străzi ca un nebun, grăbit să scape, ca un leu într-o cuşcă nesimţit de mică.
Îmi plac pentru că pot să îţi scriu, în speranţa idioată că îmi vei răspunde. Cerul e gri de nori într-un capăt mare, şi roşu în cel mic. E irelevant dar sper că va ploua. Primul autobuz a trecut gol pe lângă mine, urâţind aerul rece şi proaspăt al orei şase fără ceva.
Dar totuşi le urăsc pentru că nu mai eşti şi nu mai eşti cu mine.


Coma - Coboară-mă-n rai

But what if...

What if I don't really want to erase you from my memory?

How's It Gonna Be? by Third Eye Blind

The lips that drew. The hands that spoke.

Two big eyes that... Umh, I can't even make the fucking voices to be quiet any more, what a fucking beautiful mess, like leafs in the wind, that are so beautiful to watch, the weird dance with the feeling it gives you, but should you come too close the dust will rise and make those two big eyes in which the world reflects quickly flood the dirty streets we used to murder time in search for... Love?

Love will tear us apart / Susanna and The Magical Orchestra

Untitled love story.

Images that I can not turn into sentences hunt me every minute. Even as I begin writing this, my hands grow cold and numb, my teeth begin shattering, and I start trembling like a hyperactive kid on drugs. But don't get me wrong, I am on drugs.
See you in the shattered mirrors of my existence, neurotically trying to make a whole out of the mess, even if it meant losing blood in the process, stupidly hiding your name in these songs because I selfishly want you just for me and me alone; what a self-centered PRICK!
The cold hours of the early mornings always catch me sitting on the ceiling of despair, with fingers stuck in my messy hair in an agonizing desire to be able to share some air, to be able to shout just once, as far as I could, until my voice would go away, to be able to draw your face, even if it means that I'll soon go blind. A world in silence, darkness and disgust. Either way it's not that far from what my life is today. Could lose anything if it meant I could take your soul and worship it.
Remember the days you wouldn't bite your thin upper lip from anger, and when your big dark eyes weren't always drowned in water?

Alanis Morissette - Simple Together, live at the Kilborn Show

The train that didn't stop on platform eleven.

Your crying eyes are staring at me from the second wagon of a rusty blue train, and yes, I was to blame for drowning you. The soft lips trembled in the fight to stay straight until the metal machine began it’s long journey to a hell like no bible could ever describe to scare off stupid believers. Gently whipping your eyes with a crumbled up tissue so no one would see the agony inside, an old lady takes her place next to you and begins a shallow conversation with a random person sitting to her right. Another one intriguingly reads yesterday’s newspaper. Murder, writes in big block letters. Your life ain’t worth living, you think of me.
I think the same thing smoking the day’s first cigarette, sitting down on the pavement people wait for their lovers to arrive. Cold chills run up and down my back, and I can’t sit still any more so I stand so our eyes would meet one more time.
The earth started to move as the train stood still. And it moved faster and faster, and so was I, trying to get to see you one more time. One more time. But it’s too late.
And your melody keeps playing in my head like a divine spiral, never ending in the passing of time.
From that moment on I often visit the same spot, with the usual two cigarettes and our favorite cassette in hope of making the world stop so I can run for you.


Matchbox Twenty - If You're Gone