Si credeam cu totii c-o sa murim, aveam bagajele facute pentru viata de dupa. Viata aia noua, departe de tot ce am cunoscut vreodata. Insa, surpriza, am supravietuit si m-am obisnuit sa nu mai am pe nimeni in mine, doar pe mine/noi (eu-rile mele mult explicate si detaliate pe blogul asta). Asa ca, out of reach-ul ala de prin statusul de mess nu e doar un alt "." Nici macar nu e punct.
si de la capat. E pur si simplu starea mea de-acum.
Intr-o cu totul alta ordine de idei, m-am saturat de indecizii, balbaieli, câcâieli (cuvantul asta chiar avea nevoie de diacritice) si alte sinonime. Si de-ale mele, pe care le elimin, si de-ale altora, care... treaba lor ce fac cu ele, eu traiesc altundeva acuma, intr-o lume unde e absolut posibil sa asculti o singura melodie timp de doua zile. Si nu-ti reprosezi ca esti nebun. Si-asa de incheiere, o alta melodie:
I won't mistake you for problems with me
I won't let my moods ruin this you'll see
I won't take everything good and move it away
I won't be left dancing along to songs from the past
Would you stay home and keep our memories warm with me
Would you give all your love for a run at the past with me
I know you're sad even though you say that you're not
I know you're scared even though you say that you're not
I won't get mad when you say things are getting too hard
I won't make all of your love so scared to come through our yard
I won't scream in my head and let it isolate me
I won't be left dancing alone to songs from the past
"Tegan and Sara"
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