quarta-feira, fevereiro 14, 2007
...this pressure.. this pain in the chest, that suddenly grows to the head, and then everything seems like exploding. you are dying inside, but everything "seems" fine from anothers eyes, so there's no worries. you feel apathic, letargic, pathetic, misplaced in another city, in another house, with
another people around, then you turn off the lights, curl up in the wall-side of the bed and start thinking.
the pressure grows stronger, the room seems darker, the air is hard-breathing, and it's like you're drowning. thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, so many of them that it's impossible to concentrate, as never-existing scenes pass through your closed-eyes like a
noir film. it's like a hallucinating dream, but you have sure that you're awake.
and then...
...click.
as simple as that. the real truth start to flowing in your mind, as if you were reading a text. life, love, family, friends, depression, shyness, carelessness, anger and everything, and how to solve it. you realize what everything is all about. you realize your
fucking limitations, and you realize that everything is simply as fuck.
so.. the truth? it's hard to explain. maybe I'll write it here when I find the perfect words to describe it, flawlessly, without a chance of arguing.
