YOU ARE THE REASON
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@alijado
You make my heart burn
It Is What It Is
I wish I could turn back time, not with the intent to change things, but just so I could live again, like really live again, because I ain't living anymore, and it's been far too long.
Right now, I dispise life and every single aspect of it. I try to find joy in the little things, short lived pleasures, that, to be totally honest, don't even come close to filling this endless void I see life as. I see no real reason to thrive in having a prosper future, or any kind of future for that matter, but at the same time, ending everything by force just seems like too much effort. So I just keep wandering around doing nothing all day as the days go by, wondering at what moment everything ended without me even noticing, I may have a clue, but something tells me it ended far longer ago than the reason I think might have do with it.
That same reason, the one that made every color in life look black and white, it's the same that makes me ask "what if was different?" And I already know the answer, it couldn't. Nothing could be different, things in life happen the way they're supposed to, there aren't such things as "other ways", there is only one possible outcome, and it is exactly what it is.
Quando Vier a Primavera
Quando vier a Primavera, Se eu já estiver morto, As flores florirão da mesma maneira E as árvores não serão menos verdes que na Primavera passada. A realidade não precisa de mim. Sinto uma alegria enorme Ao pensar que a minha morte não tem importância nenhuma Se soubesse que amanhã morria E a Primavera era depois de amanhã, Morreria contente, porque ela era depois de amanhã. Se esse é o seu tempo, quando havia ela de vir senão no seu tempo? Gosto que tudo seja real e que tudo esteja certo; E gosto porque assim seria, mesmo que eu não gostasse. Por isso, se morrer agora, morro contente, Porque tudo é real e tudo está certo. Podem rezar latim sobre o meu caixão, se quiserem. Se quiserem, podem dançar e cantar à roda dele. Não tenho preferências para quando já não puder ter preferências. O que for, quando for, é que será o que é.
Alberto Caeiro
Skins (March 26, 2009) dir. Simon Massay
still thinking of you.