I don't know what makes us love so much,
i don't know what makes us feel what we feel.
Whatever it is, it hurts so much that
i'd wish to never feel love again
i'd wish to keep only the happy moments
so that i wouldn't feel sad again, shed a tear or two.
Then again there is something that makes me want to
relive the good and the bad in equal measure
and that is you...

There are times we entrust our happiness
in the hands of others, an act of love and
selflessness. Is it safe?
A choice out of trust but sometimes out of
loneliness and all it takes is a moment of
misunderstanding, a lack of explanation.
Nothing is as it seems to be for sure but then
again we believe that it would be better not
to explain, that things would be better this way.
Does it worth the pain?
Does it worth of letting go?
I am afraid for i start to forget her face, her voice.
Feelings i can not manage, i can not control
and all i want is to get lost into the sea of her green
eyes, lie upon her soft skin, rest into her warm hug
and kiss those red rose lips.

Love truly, utterly, unconditionally...
Let it end if that's the best for her, let her go
as far she can withstand.
Let her fly into stormy winds and sail into restless seas.
If she loves you truly she will return and meet at
the well known port.

This emotion, that feeling. How should i put it?
This "reality" looks like a parody of an old novel.
It's like another image with a fake smile seeking for attention,
it simply lacks of character. Conversation, physical contact
are more than any image could ever be.
Senses stimulate, thinking adjusts.
The sound or tone of a voice, the spark in a persons eyes are like
doorways of heart and soul. I tried to understand why people
use a fake image as shield and test each other behind a screen.
It feels like they are afraid. It feels like a fear coming from not knowing and avert their eyes from what they truly are.
But how can they survive without embracing their memories, their stories, everything they are connected to?