29 aprile 2011 ore 01:00 segnala
My half broken burned heart, thatís an interesting story, maybe not, itís not so interesting but itís odd anyway. Thereís a guyís heart and thereís this powerful force in the universe, the most powerful one infact, the one and only capable to shatter everything. Shattering things mean literally tear apart everything in tiny little pieces, so little and so tiny many just disappear. In this case, its half left side was so deeply shattered and so often assaulted itís now completely damaged, forever damaged. As time goes by you could believe all heals back, all come together again. Itís a fucking lie. For all that matters, all that truly matters, these are weird situations, strange situations, you are up to everything but canít stop doing nothing and so on and so on and so on. Wounds stay the same, wounds are always there and they remind you of all that happened. In some kind of way, pain goes deep thereís always a remote possibility for you to forget everything once and for all. To destiny as you may certainly know it doesnít miss irony, it has big party time Ďcos when you suffer time goes slower. Iím lost now, canít remind where I was going out to, canít remember what was up to. Thereís emptiness you canít even imagine to fill again. Thereís pain you canít ease and last but not least you become deaf at heart. Why this happens nobody knows but everybody do understand things like these are present matter. Until this kind of decease is far from us we are just fine with it. When this unfortunate event finally or accidentally hit us we go blind, mad in pain, out of mind, never ending rambling souls restless and helpless. Time of changes, changing times, I grow older loosing the smart way becoming one of those poor shattered and broken ones. Life is at the most miserable level when every thing we could care for is lost or gone. Writing itís a possibility, itís a delusion, itís a good way or a wrong one, there are many sad places your writing would bring you and most of them are all inside your brain, thereís feeling but most of times again itís cold calculation, itís cold determination.
My half broken burned heart, thatís an interesting story, maybe not, itís not so interesting but itís odd anyway. Thereís a guyís heart and thereís this powerful force in the universe, the most powerful one infact, the one and only capable to shatter everything. Shattering things mean literally...
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