Trapped

Hay cosas que no quiero escribir, que me las quiero guardar. Hoy es uno de esos días en que intento mantenerme ocupada porque cualquier canción me haría llorar. El tiempo me parece difuso, hay horas que se me hacen segundos y segundos que se me hacen eternidades. Y no sé, no sé absolutamente nada. Y me podría quedar todo el día escuchando la misma canción a todo volumen con los auriculares porque es solo mía. Sin hablar con nadie, sin pensar nada y pensado difícilmente en todo a la vez, formando una espiral que ni asciende ni desciende. Sin saber qué hacer y queriendo hacer un mundo a la vez. Sin saber qué decir mientras el corazón grita embravecido. Sin saber. Con la cabeza entre las manos, las muñecas a la altura de la sien. Las uñas rojas. Los dedos fríos. Y después de mi sentada frente a la pantalla no hay nada más. Absolutamente nada.

TFIOS

'+Okay? -Okay. +Okay. -Okay.' 

You only need to look a little further to understand the easiest and most essential things in life. Maybe it is not about words, it is about facts; maybe it is not about time, but about intensity; maybe it is not about death, it is about life; maybe it is not about the song, but about what it means to you. And at the end everything is easy, everything is the way you did not expected it to be but the other way around. 'Cos yes, sometimes, things are not the way we want them to be but it is the way they are meant to be and every little thing in this world happens for something. We can feel An Imperial Affliction and that our lungs do not want to breathe anymore. All this pain will fly away some day but the person that made us feel this pain will not fall into oblivion. 

At first you just want to forget, forget about everything, the good and the bad moments. But not me, I take the pain, and I take every single moment, better or worse. It doesn't matter if I was right or wrong, the fact is that it was my choice, and I love my choices.