Ulls clucs.

Mataria per saber què hi ha rere els teus ulls clucs. Per aprendre de tu, dels teus gustos, dels teus colors. Mataria per poder-me embolcallar entre els teus pensaments, i perdre’m entre milions de records dels nostres bons moments. Per gaudir un últim cop de la teva essència. Mataria perquè tornessis a fer-me perdre la paciència, a mostrar-me la bellesa i els petits instants pels que mereix la pena viure, a a pesar de tot mirar endavant i treure un somriure, a fins amb la pena més profunda conviure i a acabar amb els dimonis que m’atormenten i asfixien. Amb tu.

NoTimeLeft.

Es fa difícil cridar quan l’aigua ja t’arriba més amunt del coll, inútil resistir-se a la força devastadora de la corrent; i impossible fugir de les ones que t’empenten i empenten cap a la mateixa pedra contra la qual saps que t’estavelles, però ja no ho notes. No ho notes perquè el dolor físic ja no fa mal, és una simple petita molèstia més: un pessic, una picor... 

AGAIN.

So, what if I still feel? Would it be too selfish to try to ignore it, and have a smile drown in my face every time we cross our “looks”, even though my tears threat to fall? But, obviously, you don’t know anything at all about it; you keep wearing your rebel and childish attitude, trying to prove that nothing really matters to you. But I was once the exception, the only exception, at least that’s what your words told me, but do your eyes shown the same?

Maybe it’s just too stupid to take all my pain and turn it into irrational hate or anger against you, but I thought it would be the only way to get over it and carry on with my useless and senseless life, which has became harder now that you aren’t a part of it, not anymore. Because, despite of all these words I’m writing for you but that you will never read, if I think I can be sure about anything in this messy existence, is that I wouldn’t come ever back to you, but what I would love to know is if my feelings have really changed or disappeared or if it’s just my stupid pride,  making me renounce to what could have been almost the best of my life, again.