just want to one day when i wake up to know that i am so much close to ocean
and one in this fucking life to have luxury brekfast to wake up in bed in beach house
its so simple and to do my yoga to lie on the sand and listen music at night to lie again on bed
close my eyes and listening waves
Everyone expects something from me, all they see something in me, and everyone knows what I have supposedly know. then all again words come back in my head :
i know you
you always make it
this is you now go get what you want
forget about people and again people
im trying to be human but desire is stronger day by day
a big dream wich dont have end but everything have end i did hear last nigth how the whole ocean did call me it was like you know i was there standing so i cud feel do you know what did i felt his arm around me and his breath in my neck
i felt my tears in his eyes i felt all that what i probably will not feel again did not last long Then he disappeared as if he was behind me he went and there were no traces i looked down sand was painful and red as after love dearly missed,i felt that and then every other sense of his deception, fluttered out of life and the only thing I saw was happiness. I wanted to go after him but my legs they did betrayed me, i cudnt move just dream
My story does not end. There is always something missing. Too much is at my things without value, that happiness corrupt. One right here still missing. I guess my fate.
strange Feelings circulating my body why did i change from the roots?
It lasts for a couple of months and do not seem any better, day by day like I'm going crazy
feel I'm gone and I'm drowning, and the only thing I do to it is to fight against the people
I love, or i did love them ? . I do not know to help myself or to others around me Simple as that I'm not this is not me As there is no me, its like i gave up on myself
but hat if i get that what i wnat right now maybe all will come back to me what if ?
i want to go from here, ohh how i want it I do not recognize these feelings. Whatever they are not to be worn. It will take all of this.Money is not a cure if love does not exist. The money was not and will not become a substitute. Oh, damn I this is what living here has my face but not my soul Do not talk to me about love, do not say you love me with that yo utaking away my freedom and tear down my dreams