A vision.- A future.-

In YOUR hands.

And what were you doing as well?

We let us go. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe we are supposed to find that missing puzzle piece somewhere else... I'm going to start to look for it, and you should do it too.

Wish you happiness. Truly. 

And take it easy, I won't be yours anymore, so you won't have any responsibility on me (nor me on you). Though you didn't want my friendship;  That's a shame. 

Nevertheless, I'm gona miss you a lot.

Good bye.

Quoted.-

Haven't you thought that the reality you were talking about is the quantum mechanics products of that waiting of yours?

By the way, you look very handsome in that picture.

Secrets.-

Sparks - Röyksopp

No matter gay or grim, it's those tiny little sparks
Daily life that makes me forget my wounded heart
It doesn't matter when, it may rain or it may shine
blurry memories of us come back from time to time.

No matter gay or grim, it's those tiny little sparks

Daily life that makes me forget my sulky heart

It doesn't matter when, it may rain or it may shine

you will always be here stored inside my mind

Come I'll give you all my love 

Suck some air

Tell you what I'm dreaming of

Oh, whoa, oh...

Maybe within a thousand years

You'll be here

Maybe within a thousand tears

Oh, whoa, oh...

Can I be so alone?

Can I be so alone?

Underwear

For a while, i will be on underwear. I think that people use to show a special suit for every single situation they take part of. From this quite non average way of mine on, I won't dress any shirt: Nor shoes, nor trousers. I probably be vulnerable to any kind of bullet, Though my gaze will wait to the time when leafs falls apart, always with my naked chest waiting for your arms, for that simple but special hug.

I think I don't deserve any sort of sympathy... Is it me, or is something normal to worry about? There's to much potential pain waiting for us... waiting to turn on pure painful energy.

I guess that very deep in your mind, you've realized that these messages are inspired on your facilities... At least I can dream with that. (And of course, even on underwear)

I am NOT that fucking predictable

you said I am, though you don't even know who I really was.

Nor who I really could become... 

I'm not being lingering.-

While it lasts,
it hurts.

Believe it.

Is there going to be a happy end on this?
Who cares.

Me.

Though i don't even know how it would be.
Really.

Crap.