I am not fine, okay? I lied, I am lying and I will because I can’t erase you from my mind and I don’t want that to happen. Because you are the one I lost, The one who made me feel needed or the one I was always happy to be with. I want you back…
I am so sorry
I’ve made the same mistake
I wrote you that I’m sorry
I just miss you and it hurts like hell
I need to talk to you
I am constantly thinking about you
Always worrying how you are doing
I image fake reality where everything is fixed
Where I can talk to you, be with you, smile with you
I am really sorry if I was the mistake you made…
The colors I lost
And the new sounds I found
Can you feel my lost?
Can you touch my sadness?
Can you hear my colors fading away?
How many times I’ve tried to catch them
But like stars in the night sky, they traveled far away
Maybe one day I will become one of the shining stars in the sky
AND EVENTUALLY, I WILL EXPLODE AND BECOME A COLORFUL MESS
I close my eyes
And dive to the place
Where I can finally rest
Just me and my thoughts…
P.s. Have a good evening 🙂
We lost our way
We became our slaves,
The ones we killed
They’re screaming for release,
For the pain to go away.
It doesn’t matter now
Because when we wake up from this dream
Everything will be gone,
Or maybe not
Maybe it is a reality
Reality we cannot run from
so let the mind kill,
Let her slaughter….
Aš leisiu man pakirpti sparnus,
Kad galėtum pakilti aukščiau.
Aš rankų nerodysiu saulei,
Tik slėpsiu jas tamsoje.
Aš noriu tik gero,
To šildančio jausmo.
Aš mirties tik nenoriu,
Nenoriu priimti to jausmo, kurio tau reikės.
Juk sakiau, kad sugersiu aš ugnį,
O tada išgarinsiu mus supantį vandenyną.
Padarysiu aš kelią prieinamą visiems…
A song that inspired me to write this: https://youtu.be/Gv6TDGpKmxI
I remember when my mom used to brush my hair every night before sleep. She always would tell a story, but every night different and new. For a long time, I thought that these stories were from books. I was wrong so wrong, all these stories were her’s. It’s sad because I found that it was her’s when I have grown bigger and tried to find them, but in the end, there was no result. I cried a lot, it was like a memory block or something because I couldn’t remember any of my mom told tales, stories, anything. It disappeared… At that moment I thought that I will never get the chance to feel those warm words wrapping me up.
One day I started to dream. to dream again. It was like a miracle because I didn’t dream for a long time. And that dream was one of the many stories my mom told me and I really want to share these stories with you. So will you listen?
Hi there ^^! So this is like a prolog to my (I don’t really know how to call it 😀 hehe) new series maybe?? okay whatever 😀 so yeah, actually I don’t remember what kind of stories my mom told me when I was a kid, but mostly I think it were from books. I will post my own stories I told to my little sister and the night sky when I felt inspired and yeah, so enjoy!
Love and appreciate everyone who reads my “Something” ^^!
P.s. If you see any mistakes, I’m sorry because I’m not good in English 😀