terça-feira, 8 de março de 2011

letting it.

Because everytime we try to make this sick love life begin to work, we commit more mistakes than we were commiting when we were quiet and alone. Loneliness is cruel some times but it teach us a lot how to act in front of worlds and people. Loneliness is like the good theory and the problem starts since we decide to practice it without being prepared. I’m pretty sure though that if I had never walk looking for reasons to live maybe I had never write and feel the kind of poetry that I created to myself. Not that it is a huge thing, the point is, how could I tell me not to do stuff if I had never saw that some type of attitude is wrong? Despite being my eternal sorrow, all my regrets made me grow up and I can not be hapier, but I’m clearly more mature and humble. Perharps it’s even better, ‘cause happines.. Well, happiness is on the right road and I’m just sewing good shoes to hit it. Shoes without wheels, ’cause I don’t wanna hurt the soil or miss the Sun set with my speed. My shoes will have litlle wings and a tiny bag of bronze powder behind it. So I can fly slowly to sing with baby birds or a bit faster when joy surprises me through the nature. The tiny bag of glow would be my secret magic power so I could make my own stars. The rest, friends, conditions, all the blessing part I give to God’s hands. If there is one thing I learned most it is that some situations and some people that shows up in our lives, just appears so we can stop running to their arms or stop trying walking bleakly apart them. All we have to do is leave them a sparkle of grace embracing a message: “I’m away and I’m always here either. Join’ me if you want but let it die if you not. We will rebirth someday and angels will be on a mission of mercy.”

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