Move on
I found myself safe and incomplete
I was led to believe in a lie.
I wore a shell so efective, it became a part of me
Not so soon i woke up. Something was not right
A misplaced signal led me back to the start
My shield was keeping the agony, as my heart was screaming
"i don't know what to do". A sound, always the sounds...
It was amusing and shivering and unexpectedly a pinch took place
The lights appeared before me, as were scars... bleeding
I was trembling like a teenage boy by the side
of his next to be sweetheart. I don't know what the hell i did
A sound... always the sounds... They put new signs in front me
I soon took a trip. I didn't know if i'd make halfway through
It was not the destination i cared about, but to make the journey
and so i did...
i was trying to go back where i had never been to be able to move on
I walked to the highest peak i could. I saw the sea angry at the rocks
I took a piece of myself and threw it at the sea. I asked for blessing
In my way back i got lost, and somehow i enjoyed it.
Soon it got dark and i found the path again
As i got home, scars were wounds again. I tried to cry but i couldn't
And i became angry... What was the journey all about?
And so i dropped the shield, i became trembling again
And i did It... It felt good. Not so much the result
but being able to try.. i was moving on
When the sun rose again, dark lens were staring at me
And i could cry again. Oh i missed crying, i missed caring
i hadn't erased the church nor the rocks and i stared at them again
Something about them just seemed honest and enlightening
And so i waited... I didn't expect to see... but i did
And not all of the sudden, but slowly, i was finding strenght
My own blood, my own wounds were pushing me forward
Somehow it went well... But i was not blind and a final strike was made.
A cold sharping knife hit me. Somehow it missed
Honesty to myself was my shield. I didn't care
I no longer needed to open the door, i just needed to face it
And so i did... And i tried...
.....
.....
After hours
.....
.....
I do not like endings, but i'm always curious how things end
A picture put dreams and reality side aside.
I bleeded a little more.. i cried a little more.
Sadly i do not know how things end, life is just very long
Looking at the dark sky and some clouds, for some reason i started to smile
i could feel again, somehow i felt free.
But as i looked ahead, i saw many different paths. I felt somewhat scared
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "I will try keep honest to myself"
And then i moved on
I was led to believe in a lie.
I wore a shell so efective, it became a part of me
Not so soon i woke up. Something was not right
A misplaced signal led me back to the start
My shield was keeping the agony, as my heart was screaming
"i don't know what to do". A sound, always the sounds...
It was amusing and shivering and unexpectedly a pinch took place
The lights appeared before me, as were scars... bleeding
I was trembling like a teenage boy by the side
of his next to be sweetheart. I don't know what the hell i did
A sound... always the sounds... They put new signs in front me
I soon took a trip. I didn't know if i'd make halfway through
It was not the destination i cared about, but to make the journey
and so i did...
i was trying to go back where i had never been to be able to move on
I walked to the highest peak i could. I saw the sea angry at the rocks
I took a piece of myself and threw it at the sea. I asked for blessing
In my way back i got lost, and somehow i enjoyed it.
Soon it got dark and i found the path again
As i got home, scars were wounds again. I tried to cry but i couldn't
And i became angry... What was the journey all about?
And so i dropped the shield, i became trembling again
And i did It... It felt good. Not so much the result
but being able to try.. i was moving on
When the sun rose again, dark lens were staring at me
And i could cry again. Oh i missed crying, i missed caring
i hadn't erased the church nor the rocks and i stared at them again
Something about them just seemed honest and enlightening
And so i waited... I didn't expect to see... but i did
And not all of the sudden, but slowly, i was finding strenght
My own blood, my own wounds were pushing me forward
Somehow it went well... But i was not blind and a final strike was made.
A cold sharping knife hit me. Somehow it missed
Honesty to myself was my shield. I didn't care
I no longer needed to open the door, i just needed to face it
And so i did... And i tried...
.....
.....
After hours
.....
.....
I do not like endings, but i'm always curious how things end
A picture put dreams and reality side aside.
I bleeded a little more.. i cried a little more.
Sadly i do not know how things end, life is just very long
Looking at the dark sky and some clouds, for some reason i started to smile
i could feel again, somehow i felt free.
But as i looked ahead, i saw many different paths. I felt somewhat scared
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "I will try keep honest to myself"
And then i moved on
Devias pensar escrever também em português! Fiquei encantado com a estória, principalmente pelo facto dela ter uma sequência que se cruza em variadas partes. Vais buscar pedaços a uma parte, cola-los noutro local. Fico à espera do próximo texto! Abraço forte!
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