There are some words for today, randomly arrived from somewhere.
Unfair. Love. Friendship. Flirt. Jump. Energy. Music. Web. Happyness.
But, above all, Shoes.
"We are friends," said I, rising and bending over her, as she rose from the bench. "And will continue friends apart". I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her." Great Expectations, Charles Dickens, revised ending.
What I most admire in you is the capacity of trying so hard to hurt the people you love. What I most like, it's the lack of fantasy you use to do it. It's such a waste of time babe. You don't even see that life it's a bunch of beautiful moments. And those moments, those efforts you put in making us sad, oh yes, today I realize that are your only source of distraction. Oh today. What a discovery.
Oh,today. What a distraction. I've been so far away from the point,for a while, today. But then I breathed through those memories. And there is still your ghosts by my side.
Today. It's just about changing my minds. It's just about let the things being forced by someone else, without anything stolen. And me, looking at it. Sorgenlos.
(as always, thanks to the zoobezoobezoo, who's turning the drama into a glass of Pernod)