Incertitudine

Nu poti stii niciodata ce este cu adevarat inauntrul tau, si daca ai cea mai mica impresie ca stii, te vei surprinde singur. Daca nu ai mai simtit niste lucruri inainte, cum poti sa stii ce sunt? Ai momente in care te intrebi daca ce simti este cu adevarat durere, regret, iubire, ura... Poate ca nu ai vrea sa stii raspunsul la aceste intrebari, dar stii ca te macina, te-au macinat mereu si mereu o vor face. Dar nu poti face nimic ca sa le opresti, poate doar sa crezi orbeste, sa te increzi in judecata, nu in sentiment. Sau poate nu. E o incertitudine care nu te lasa nici sa scrii un sir de cuvinte care sa aiba sens. E ciudat. Dar e ciudatenia ta. Traieste-o, si lasa intrebarile, caci isi vor gasi raspuns de la sine. Rabda, caci timpul va avea mereu raspunsuri pentru cei rabdatori.

Undecided

I can't decide whether I love or hate people. On the one side there are the ones for whom you believe your entire species is helpless, those stupid people who deserve to be called like this. But on the other side, there are the people you fall in love with - you don't love them, but you fall in love with them. There are those people who make irresistable conversations, the ones with whom you can talk about anyhting, and oh.. when you talk. The power of words in underestimated. I love the way people's eyes sparkle when they talk about their passions, the way their entire face shines. It is somehow warming up my heart to discover people like this. And then the magic comes when you discover their flaws. Flaw is what makes people perfect (paradox, huh? gotta love them). "I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real." But the problem is that I really can't decide. Because there are so many people from the first part, and so little from the second one, but how can quantity matter when obviously quality is more important? After all, the rarest things are the most enjoyable. Yes, I think I love people after all. I am ready to live in a world full of stupid people as long as I'll keep my 'lovable' ones near me.

Torn

Nothing seems to be wrong. She appears as a happy girl, because her smile covers everything. She won't let even the closest ones know her secrets, her fears, her flaws. Because she doesn't know them herself. So what can she say when they ask her 'What is wrong with you?', in the few moments in which her smile is missing. 'Nothing, I was just thinking'.. and the smile would reappear. This is not a lie, it is not a mask, it is just uncertainty. If there's nothing wrong in her life, why do tears come at night?

Come away with me

I know that words have been spoken out loud so much that they have lost their value, but my word is linked to what I feel, and I feel you. Truly, madly, deeply in love with you, for no special reason because none is necessary. You may not believe me, I may not have proven it so far, but I am working on it, I'm gonna show you how I love, and it is gonna hit you so hard, you will never feel alone again. So come away with me, come away with me and we'll kiss on a mountaintop come away with me and I'll never stop loving you..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKEuOO0lQPc

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.