Hold each other in the dark

   Are you the Prozac to my life?Numb, that's what I am these days. Hows it gonna be when you don't know me anymore?That boy that captivated you, turned stranger.It seems confusing to comprehend. But I am just a diamond in the rough, just struggling to mature. So hows it gonna be, when your dreams fall from the clouds, and shatter against the rotten pavement? I wish things could be different. I wish I could be your crystal baller, and reveal to you all the answers. But wheres the fun in that, wheres the imagination?We shall meet each other in the dark.

Back from the dust

    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We all go back to whatever we came from. We all regress slowly in life, eventually. But you, you appear immortal. You have beat mother nature at its own game.
Burn in your own fire,and arise from your own ashes. Could almost infer that you are the phoenix of my life, always coming back for something.But why wont you just stay  as the ashes you become, stay burnt, remain forgotten...

Libre

Time fleets, yet somehow we shall manage. Each day shall be unique, lleno de sorpresas, cheio de mistérios. The ground shall shake, the ceilings shall  split, and we shall dance. We shall dance incessantly. Its time. Time to let go, to forget all our worries, all of our troubles and become evoked with the power  vested inside us. Time express all of our secrets,  expose ourselves. Unzip your skin, and become naked. Become vulnerable, be free...

Onde me levará

Second week on a hotel floor. When will it stop? It will never stop.
   Hes sure this is the permanent course his life will take, there is no alternative, and no room for complaints.
But if he has no choice, why doesn't this urge to settle down cease? He wants to stay put, have a home, have roots. His parents always been afraid to stop, to stay put. They have always feared the thought  of growing accustomed to life in one place, and slowly but surely watch the years fly by. But this life isn't a permanent adventure. This teenager isn't so easily amused. Hes exhausted, hes tired, hes alone. How long until he can have a home?How long until he has friends; friends he doesn't have to say farewell to. Homeless, foreign and confused, again. Its sad that this life has become routine.

Its never a fair deal

  What are you waiting for?Is it me on your mind? Is it someone else? There are others I'm sure, that are far better in every aspect. Better looking, better listeners, better partners. But to say I regret becoming who I am couldn't be farther from the truth. I am my past, I am my experiences, my laughs, my tears. I am everyone I ever met. I am so many things. So take me the way I am, or don't take me at all.

Long Live Youth

What if  just tonight, we forget were teenagers. Run off into the dark woods, and release our souls to nature.
Lets let our dreams and imaginations dance on the sparkling skies above us. Let us travel back to where we belong, to where we were meant to dwell. And upon arriving there, everyone will be smiling, with joy filled hearts. Everyone, even the ones who long ago left the physical world for better prospects. Let us enjoy this one final night together, let us all be young, let us all live. I miss you, I'm coming home...

Change

   I've been so fragile lately. So perceptive to the small things around me. I feel older, like I'm leaving behind my teenage spirit and trading in for something else. Something unknown still even to me. Am I shedding , morphing into something new? Young, young, young. That's what we all want, to stay young, but in this moment of mine , I can feel this is right. This is going somewhere, I'm going somewhere different, my soul is finally moving on.

Days of Dreams...

  A wise man once said once said "Every man dies. Not every man really lives". His name was William Wallace, one of the main leaders during the Scottish Wars of Independence.
Although what he did is irrelevant to me, his words  had profound affect on my persona. Am I living? Am I really taking advantage of my youth? Soon I will be 18 years old, and what do I have to say for myself?What life accomplishments have I achieved, what dreams have I fulfilled?

    Some could argue that I'm still young, brimful with energy, love and knowledge. Perhaps they are right, perhaps my time is coming, my turn to shine is approaching. But can I not plan my future?Hope and dream?That is how people achieve their life long goals isn't it?By dreaming and striving until they achieve everything they want? Lets make it a good year...

Sentido

"Ser feliz não é conseguir o que deseja, é desejar o que já possui."(Garth Brooks)

  Estamos sempre  nos queixando, lamentando a falta de dinheiro , de bens materiais. Nunca estamos conformados, satisfeitos com o que possuimos. Sempre desejamos mais, e porque não desejar?Afinal temos o direito de crescer na vida, de ter uma ambição que nos permita realizar todas as nossas fantasias, por mais absurdas que sejam. Más tive a realização hoje que, por mais que eu queira algo, tenho muito mais que outros. Parece infantil, essa realização, porém me marcou ao pensar que a vida poderia ser uma grande desilusão, e por isso me contento um pouco, meu dia teve sentido.

   

In need

Wandering past you, thousands of times, it seems we've become old acquaintances. There you remain, throughout the years, known by all for the kind smile and scintillate blue eyes. Your clothes tell the story of your past, each stain, rip and smudge. In town you carry a privileged title, renowned and appreciated by all, who praise the constant good wishes and compliments you preach as they pass by.
   You are deeply beloved to all of us. Yet, despite all of our appreciation, we never even asked your name, or how you came to be, this poor displaced man. We never retributed kindness. Perhaps we are, in reality, ,Mr. Homeless man, the poor ones. We lack compassion, we are the ones in need.

Mente aberta

Não adianta pedir explicações sobre Deus;você pode escutar palavras muito bonitas, mas no fundo, são palavras vazias. Da mesma maneira que você pode ler toda uma enciclopédia sobre o amor e não saber o que é amar.
   Ninguém vai conseguir provar que Deus existe, ou que não existe. Certas coisas na vida foram feitas para serem experimentadas-nunca explicadas. O amor é uma destas coisas. Deus-que é amor-também  é. A fé é uma experiência infantil, naquele sentido mágico que Jesus nos ensinou:"É das crianças o Reino dos Céus."
    Deus nunca vai entrar por sua cabeça-a porta que ele usa é seu coração.

-do livro,Maktub

Perceptions

  Worries. They plague me, follow me to the darkest corners of my consciousness. What will I do if I fail to achieve my goals?What will happen if I miscarry my objectives . Will I be strong enough to cope with reality, with the guilt that haunts me?
   Maybe its all a matter of perception. Perhaps victory should be the only option. Why have an alternative?
All my life we've made plans for the future. Plans that supposedly would lead us to a better place, but instead just dislocated us even more from what little roots we already possessed. Eventually I just lost hope on cogitating  plans, in order to spare myself the disappointment.

   Recently, something has materialized in me. Something new,fresh. A will. A craving to succeed, to grasp every single dream  I have, to stay with that special person that calms my heart. Were all broken people, imperfect and ignorant. Its how willing we are to admit our imperfections and how much we drive ourselves to correct them, that separates us from the rest. 

Endless conversations

   What will she think  of me,when every single secret is out? What will she want from me, when she can predict every single date we go on? Am I a simple hour-glass, slowly ceasing with time? Love is trusting that person with your deepest feelings, trusting them with everything that makes "you", you. Why is it worth it?Why trust?Why have eight hour conversations and tell them every aspect of your short lived life. Maybe you feel the need to let out, let go of some of the past that haunts you . Or maybe sharing helps heal some of the old wounds that still sting late at night when your mind is empty. Ill walk the infinite road, reveal my most secretive layers and hope for the best. Afinal, sou apenas humano,não?

Bubbles

We move in hoards, trampling the weak, ignoring their pleas for assistance. Were all on a mission, yet sometimes we don't know for what purpose. Refuse to stand near the elderly woman in front of you in line, fearing contact, fearing  conversation. Our world has been united by travel, by inventions, yet we have never been more separate. Segregation has devoured our culture like an insidious cancer. All that results are labels, hate, assumptions, and ignorance.
   Nearby, another elderly woman being assisted with her documentation shows disagreement. Her voice becomes elevated and discontent emanates throughout the expanse room.
 "Não vou aceitar isso! Não saio daqui até resolver esse assunto!" she screams, determined to solve her problems  by causing a stir of attention.
   The people who were previously isolated in their own bubbles, hypnotized by their electronic apparel, now are suddenly drawn to the drama. It's much more entertaining than any friend they were texting for sure.
We are abruptly united by the dilemma, eyeing each other with certain approval, nodding and laughing softly at the one sided argument unfolding before us.
    This is what brings us together, he thinks, this keeps us united...