Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growth
and overloaded with treasure and souvenirs.
Every new step arrives out of all steps taken,
My face presents my history,
my brown eyes are jewels I cannot pawn.
I am the map of the campaign,
each ancestor has his flag,
The taste of individual beauty born of a collective effort,
every day my soul claps its hands, and sings,
consumed by the joy of a rich heritage
and all days are better than all yesterdays.
I see people laughing and joking all around,
but on my face there is no smile; instead, t
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
