Journal of a paralel world: Dream Healm I
If today I write I don’t write for pleasure, but just to write
Is that thing again to express myself and don’t get crazy or else…
A crazy song is in the air here, I’m by myself at work, and there is still that noise from the fountain that drives anyone mad, makes me think in get out of here as no one is watching, or maybe the security personal is spying on me right now. Anyway it feel s very lonely here now, wile life keep the same rhythm outside time seams have stopped inside here.
I think about the girls I left behind, the real loves, the passions, the affairs I’ve had.
In what I have said to each and one of them, the moments, the songs that bring me each every smile back, every flavor, texture, smells, feelings.
How many corners do I have to turn, how many times do I have to learn… that I’ll the love that I have is in my mind, that’s what the life is and how the music goes…
For you I have to say just that I really enjoy the time we spend together, mom petit.
Not bean with you all the time also drives me nuts, not be able to touch you kills me,
Some times I wish that the feelings that I have for you where not so strong.
I think today to just let you go and make it easier for you, stop bothering you…
What bother me the most is to know that I’ll never be able to wake up by your side, or just fall sleep with you in my arms. Nothing else I tell you.
Have to go get grip on my blues…but don’t think I don't have desires for you.