And so it is.

Love what is around you.

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I can't sleep with this oppression in my chest, it feels almost like pain but it isn't quite yet. If I tried to explain I would say it feels like butterflies traveled from my stomach to the tip of my tongue and wanted to come out ,fly to tell my secrets to someone who is just curious enough to listen. I can't sleep while my mind is restless and agitated inside. If I could put my finger on it, if I could compare it I would say it's like nervous teenagers at the start of a party,when you aren't drunk yet and haven't dance yet,haven't had what it seemed like the time of your life yet. You are just there. Anxious like I'm speaking to large crowds. First day of school. First time listening to a Beatles song. Last time you were somewhere and somehow you knew you wouldn't come back. Seeing Van Gogh's starry night. Really listening to that song you thought it didn't meant a thing until now. Kisses in the cheek that should have been place anywhere but there. The very first time you see someone that looks into your eyes and makes your thoughts their own. Goodbyes. I can't sleep while my soul is nervous with no real reason why.

-Thoughts 5:51 a.m

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I love your smile and the way it looks like lonely stars at night, love the way you read; how focus you are ,unaware of your surroundings, love the way you see rain as made of teardrops of silver and when it touches your skin it makes it glow like your are gold itself, love your eyes that say so many just with a look; how you can’t mask your feelings because you are always true, love your passion that it’s contagious and makes me wanna quit everything and do everything all at once, i love how you see the world and that your mind is always open,how you allow me to see you cry; I know you hate when others see your vulnerable side, love the way we dance carelessly and that your laugh is always loud, how you take pictures of moments that seem meaningless, but then they turn out to be the ones that really count , I love your fascination with stars and with all that is old even in movies,music or art because you say the past is the root to all that there is now and I love you just like that, reckless and messy. 

This we’re the words you said to me once, remember? Know all you said was this can’t be no more ,goodbye.

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You know that feeling ? I can’t quite place what it is but I feel it everywhere, flooding my pores. Maybe is because it’s November almost December. It feels like time is slipping, everything is spinning faster getting me dizzier by the second and it looks like it’s about to rain but it doesn’t, making the air seem heavier. The fact that I just finished reading the last page of this book leaving me with a bittersweet sensation, confused and allowing reality to invaded my brain again. Or the realization that suddenly the world stopped moving in slow motion and started running.

Yeah is probably that , the feeling of a rushed unwanted ending that sometimes the universe throws without explanation.

- A.A// Wednesday 11:48/15