Tonight I feel like writing, nothing comes. I am getting out of track.

I follow my head and my heart is crying. I keep myself focus at work and keep reaping in my head that everything will be OK. But that's just for my head, mid time I feel my heart crying.

I hate this feeling so much.

What if all love songs should be sing for ourselves? What is the real love is being in love with yourself and all the rest is just a plus.

I am tired of those stories that never work. Of those feelings that always hurts, of those peole that always lie of this society that is always wrong.

I am just going to listen at those happy love song thinking they are written for me. Like my soul and my head are 2 different persons and protect and love each other forever. Because at the end the only person who will stay forever will be me. At the end the only person I want to keep up with is me.

I promise I would keep myself happy because no-one is responsible more for my happiness.

More I look around better I feel about my life. People of my age seems so stuck, so unhappy while I decided to follow my dreams and make it my way.

I passed each challenges that life brings me while they choose the easy way.

I always keep smiling,  my head up and my heart open just to make sure I won't regret anything. And so far I am doing pretty well.

As long as i beleive that destiny as a great life to offer why should i not follow the signs?

For me the signs are "Feel free, be wild, don't worry everything will be alright, let's go on an adventure"

I just have to be a little careful because the days i get off track,  i feel bad until i get back on track and that can take some time...

Anyway, good thoughts : keep it easy.  Follow happy thoughts, happy people, love and share

if I’m too shy to tell you
my feelings,
you’ll know.
I’ll hide behind my thousands of masks
quietly laughing and telling you jokes
because I’m afraid
that if I tell you one small thing
my masks will fall off
and one thing will lead to everything.
I may be unexpressed but I have a lot of things
to think about.    
                    ~n.r.

the taste of nicotine, infecting the young
the deep breath in, corroding my lungs
the squelch of a flame beneath my boot
the extinguished warmth between me and you.

inhale quick, forget as i try
leaving room for sickness to grow

blaming the numbness on the high
i still feel nothing when i'm low.

Please lift me high