Ajuda!

O que é meu propósito de vida?
Eu tenho um medo enorme por não ter um destino.

Ajuda Deus!
Eu preciso de ti!

Eu não sei o que é meu razão de viver.

A man he claims.
A man he is not.

A man who looks in the mirror.
A man who convinces himself he’s God.

A man who pretends.
Is a man of myths.

Who is the man when he is without her?
A man who deceives and betrays.

A man who shouts he loves her.
Is a man who is devoted to her.
But he is a man who will sleep with another.
Thinking that he could recover.

Yet, he is nothing but a man who simply breaks faith.

A man who lies to himself,
Is simply a man of dishonesty to every breathing soul.

He is only a fool who writes scripts to save his own face.

A mother's love is a different type of love.
A love that you will want to keep forever.
The woman that made me strong, courageous, ambitious and fearless.

A woman who showed me that even though in a world full of man you can and will stand out.
A woman who showed me that no matter how hard life got, you will need to put your feet down, head up, and walk out stronger than you were before.

Even though we're as different as water and oil mixed together, it's somehow perfect just like blooming flowers on the first day of spring.

No one will ever match her type of love that she has given me.

Even though one day she will rest.
I want to make sure that the time that we have left will be the best.

July is arriving again.
But why don’t I feel joyful?
The sun is kissing my skin, my skin is getting golden again.
But why don’t I feel cheerful?

Will you meet me at the seaside?

It was an exciting distraction when we were in each other’s arms.
But nearly a year later, we speak no longer.
All I can do is mourn our sunlit affair.

Will you meet me at the seaside?

I long for the summer illusion once more.
What happened to you?
Will you breathe the war’s within you to me once more?
Or are we parting ways like we never existed before?

Will you meet me at the seaside?

How am I supposed to get over us?
If all i think about is you and I?
What shifted?
Does our memory linger in your head?
Will you dwell on us or will I be forgotten by your guilt?

Will you meet me at the seaside?

Don’t be late now.
I might have to go back home.
I am expected to be with my old self again.
My old self who never knew the warmth of your skin and your scent.

Meet me by the seaside one last time.

She is both the sun & the moon.

She watches over me.
She has seen things that no other living soul has seen.
She’s the keeper of the untold truth between my tongue and teeth.
She heard the agony in my screams, as tears poured down my face.
She’s the holder of everyone's tainted confessions, cloaked conversations, ethereal memories and souls basking in each other’s presence.

She is both the sun & the moon.

What is this game that we are playing?
Is history repeating itself once more?
Are you vanishing beyond reach again?
Are you heading back to me?

Or was that our last dance before we closed this chapter for good?

My heart was never rooted in you.
And still, it remains so.

But why does it feel like I was being stung by a bee for the first time?

I know better.
So why does my mind keep playing traitor?

Though you’ve vanished from my arms, my body still burns for your touch.

Over and over again.
You have me wanting.

You were never that special to begin with.
So why after almost a year.
I am still under your spell?

What have you done to me?

What have I done to deserve this abandonment?

I have lived without you.
And I can do it again.