letter-thaughts

I was thinking about you last night.About what we\'re talking,about whatwe\'re dreaming,about how our lives are.Some of my thaughts are the same as yours and that makes me feel close to you.Some of them seem so far,that i nearly reach you sometimes.Listening a guitar ballad,your words seem to press me,and the music flyin\' over fulfills my emptiness.Did you ever think that life isn\'t so bad as it seems to be?that could be more bad than it is or more beautiful...It\'s so simple sometimes and so complicated when the simple one doesn\'t satisfy you at all.yes,your words redeem my empty soul and they can free me from all of my being anytime i listen to you,anytime i think of you,about all the beautiful things that exist.I\'m feeling like i\'m dancing with a devil and that devil makes me spin till my entire body will be broken in thousand of pieces by centrifugal forces.I wish i could say you all in other words (and you know what i mean).I just think i can be more specific by telling you all like this.Don\'t expect me to say what i don\'t think or what i don\'t believe:it\'s more pure this way,as you said to me once.Anyway,live your life like you want to and not as the others want.I just have the impression that you don\'t live for you anymore,that you forgot the meaning of a smille,that you need a holiday life and not a hell one.I was sad everytime you were sad but that didn\'t make me feel bad.I just felt sorry for you,for your kind soul that must live with all that pain surrounding it. I must go for a while but be sure i will think of you.And when my guitar will lay down in my hands,kindly weeping,just don\'t forget that i remember you.You are my best thaught now and i don\'t wanna lose it:maybe that depends on you too.Those being written,i hope that you will like my letter-thaughts and you will answer me by the time the night will spread its wings upon this weaked world.with kindness,your soul.