Thoughts XX

I’ve began to consider the fact that I am independent, although sometimes that thought flows away and reaches my very own border. It is crossed, but unbreakable, can stay at a big distance, close range, adore, hate it. However, does loving someone and wanting to see, shine in that individual’s presence make you weak? I mean, can that enlighten a hidden path from your sensitivity to people’s perception? If so then I’m never going to be truly free, I’ll always be that “little” girl who loves too much, cares a lot and gets hurt too easily. This minute, I miss the other end of the line, in another place in time, space, don’t care about broken stones for they don’t mean anything to me. Used to, but now I’m better than ever. There’s only one thing that my mind waits to cross my vision, hope to stay: a flower. And that’s what I love, embrace, kiss. Now…does that make me frail, feeble, unable to do something of a high importance on my own? ‘Cause I look into your eyes and sometimes that’s what I see. You know me, start acting like it. Anyway, I’ve taken off to unknown territories last week, can still hear the sound of nature wanting to give me wings and fly away. The only leaf that kept falling over and over again was as heavy as the stones you can find lying inside. I’m never gonna watch my soul crossing the border, maybe my body will, but I… still remain in a warm shelter. That kind of warmness goes best with soft words, chaste glances, and gorgeous smiles. Real world: I can\'t say anything cause the words get in the way… Friday, 08 September 2006 01:13:55