marți, 25 ianuarie 2011

She knew, it was, she lost him.

Lost love again? Really? Can she still call it love? Or just something usuall between them? Not fair. He promised. Why did he promise? Why'd he left? Why is she still here, waiting for him?

Why did they fall? Why didn't they go up? Why it couldn't be that way? It's so hard and complicated that the people say it is?

But she will be ok... I think. Do you know that feeling when someone hurted you so much that somehow you became imune? that's how she feels about him(now).

Well, c'est la vie. I guess we can't go back time.

She would want to tell him that she loves him, to hug him, kiss him, to cry in front of him. Then he would take her hand, kiss it and tell her that it isn't over, that it wasn't over because that love... that he felt was something more powerfull that anything in the world. Then, they could walk one beside other, holding their hands, and love each other in front of everyone,without care about the people around them.

Of course that's a dream. How patetic of her to think that way. Pure love doesn't exist. I didn't exist and it will never exist. She knew it, it was, she lost him. Deal with it.

sâmbătă, 22 ianuarie 2011


Ok, stateam si ma gandeam" lipseste ceva? dar ce?" pe urma imi pica fisa"BLOG".

Starea de spirit: confuza evident. Blablablaa. Ok, idei. Oh fuck se vede ca nu am mai scris de demult. In orice caz, SINGLE FRATE. Se simte mai ok decat ma asteptam. Ceea ce-mi aminteste de o chestie"When you're single you only see happy couples. When you're commited you only see happy singles". Nimic mai adevarat. Sti cum e sentimentul ala cand cineva te a ranit asa de mult si de des incat nu ti mai pasa de parca ai fi imun? Asa ma simt ew acum in legatura cu el.

In fine, traiasca distractiile de o zi! Sariti cu vodka, berea, vinul, angelli-ul:"mi-e dor de-o betie, si de inc-o mie!". Haha.

Damn, iar ninge, iar par nasol, iar cacaaaat.

Ceva ciudat azi. Ma plimb pe strada si se aude un sunet, ciudat as putea spune, dar imi placea. Era ceva ca un strigat, nu de om nici de animal, in orice caz, era superb. Tot ce i frumos nu dureaza, asa incat dupa 2-3 secunde a incetat. Am mai stat 1 minut, poate incepea din nou, dar nimic, asa ca mi am continuat drumul. Hm. Toata faza asta imi aminteste de melodia asta:

Nu chiar iele. Dar, acel sunet te chema la el, ca si ielele.

In fine. Mi a trecut cheful. Vorbim. Pace!