Memory of a time

All I have learnt in the life of a kid

Is that time is the most valuable thing..

And we just watch it passing by, destroying memories

And living by simple theories.

It is never too late and never too soon,

You learn you can love the "once in a blue moon"s

And meanwhile, you will see that you were mine

And it will not all just be a memory of a time.

Déjà vu

Simti cum se apropie din nou, stii ca e rau, stii ca vei rani pe cineva, dar nu te opresti. De ce vrei sa faci rau? De ce esti atat de egoista? Nu mai incerca degeaba sa iti impui sa iubesti. Daca tu nu simti nimic, nu-i amagi pe ceilalti. Vei iubi candva, dar acum, macar nu mai zambi cu seninatate, nu le mai consuma afectiunea. Esti dependenta, dependenta de iubire, dar nu stii sa oferi deloc. Pleaca!
Nu meriti sa fii iubita.

Love?

I'm in love with the idea of love and that makes me a horrible person. I've had true love, and I threw it away. And it was not just that. I tortured a heart, I lied and I didn't even know about that. I used to think that feeling unloved is the worst feeling, but it's not. To be loved and to be unable to love back, that's the worst feeling. I need to learn to love; truly, deeply, madly..someone. Not a feeling, but a person. Help.

The circle of life

I've come to the conclusion that even if you try so hard to keep people near you, they go further away. What really hurts is that you were wrong to keep them with you in the first place. "You have to let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours forever, if they don't, they were never yours to begin with." I was never a person to go with the wind, I just let it take me to where it wants to go. But it seems that, in the end, even if you were never aware of this fact, you were the one to tell the wind where to go. And just like this, you were never aware of the fact that the people near you, the ones you loved the most, had something difficult in their lives, and you did nothing to help. And then you blame yourself, but you realize that there was nothing you could have done and you start feeling better about yourself. You meet new people, you give them your love and they give their love to you. And you become closer and closer, you love them the most. And then, it happens again: you come to the conclusion that even if you try so hard to keep people near you, they go further away. (Repeat until you're out of breath)

Polemic, premeditat si antagonic.

Am dificultati in a face alegeri, in a lua decizii. Obisnuiam sa fac totul la intamplare, dupa instinct. Acum ma gandesc de 2 ori cand aleg ceva, in ce masura ii afecteaza pe altii, in ce masura ma afecteaza pe mine. Aleg uneori, insa, sa mai merg pe stradute laturalnice, dupa instinct. Sunt stradute intunecate, aproape fara niciun pic de pietris pe care sa mergi. Dar sunt stradute ce ma atrag, tocmai pentru ca sunt scufundate in necunoscut.. si vreau sa-l descopar. Era frumos cand il descopeream cu el, dar a ales sa mearga pe un alt drum, unul cu lumini, unul cu siguranta. M-a refuzat, galant, incercand sa ma ia cu el. Dar in incapatanarea mea, deloc negativa as putea adauga,  aveam sa raman pe drumul meu.  Si, bineinteles, asta ne-a indepartat.  Ne deosebesc multe, foarte multe, dar ne lega un lucru, nu stiu sa-l numesc. Era ceva intre noi ce ne tinea pe acelasi drum. Nu am fost niciodata tipul femeii trofeu, eu nu sunt o fata pe care sa o vrei pentru trupul ei frumos, cu forme perfecte. Eu sunt o fata pe care o vrei pentru misterul din jurul ei, si nu ma daruiesc celor care nu ma merita. Problema nu a fost ca el nu ma merita, ci eu nu il meritam pe el.

Affichez vos couleurs.

Sunt momente cand doar muzica iti este aproape, cand doar ea te poate scoate dintr-o stare in care esti cazut(a) de prea mult timp. Nu stiu de ce, dar muzica pare sa devina cea mai buna prietena a mea. Si melodia asta ma face sa zambesc mereu, no matter what. De aceea vreau sa o impartasesc cu voi.

A child's soul

When we were kids we used to believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Toothfairy. We used to pretend to be anything, anyone. We lived in a fairytale, and it was amazing. The reason for which children will always be happier than grown ups is that they have faith. We always look for something to believe in, to hope for, something to guide us. Why do we stop searching? Why is curiosity leaving us? Everything is supposed to be brighter, to make more sense, but it just doesn't. I start to think that a kid will always see life as it is: beautiful, intense, simple, yet surprizing. No, I'm not a grown up, I just think that this is what happens. Yes, I love being a child. I hope I'll stay like this as long as possible, because I know that even if I change, inside of me will always be a child's soul :)