2009 m. rugsėjo 28 d., pirmadienis

Our tomorrow. Nevertheless it's yesterday

Our tomorrow is a special tomorrow.
Tomorrow that no one else could even imagine.
Tomorrow that lasts not like others.
This one doesn't even have a beginning or the end as well.
Tomorrow that no one could understand. But we need to prove it.
We need to hop in it step by step.
Together. And then... Then, just rely on each other.
Then, just let the stream take us to wherever we want.
Wouldn't be nice to watch those miserable fools from above?
Above that we earned.
Our tomorrow. Nevertheless it's yesterday.

2009 m. rugsėjo 26 d., šeštadienis

Pacific

Do you know what Mexicans say about Pacific?
They say it has no memory.
That's where I want to live the rest of my life.
In the place with no memory.

I saw you today...

I saw you today,
Standing in my way.
You crossed my mind,
like a bullet in Vietnam.

Everytime you pop in my head
I just stand like Im dead
Never thought you will be mine
But from now you are divine.

With the morning yearning
comes the dawn that judging
Thoughts are not the same
But today Im all ashamed

However, today,
you wont be standing in my way.
Something has to change,
Never been so strange.

2009 m. rugsėjo 25 d., penktadienis

Torture of when..



So don't you rush it
And hold you're head up high
Right through the doubt now
'Cause its just a matter of time
You've been running so fast

2009 m. rugsėjo 24 d., ketvirtadienis

think twice, think again, think more than once

I believe the perfect imitation of life is a bus. No shit. Ever wondered? Wonder now. You get on it. You see those people around, trying to find a path of their own lifes. Their emotions. Probably the most interesting thing on it. Trying to see what do they have in mind. What bothers them. But they're changing once in a while. I mean people. They get on. They get off. You won't see them again. Time will come for you too. You will get off and no one will ever see you again. So please, buy the ticket to ride longer.

wasting

Its taking way too much time to write. But its the only way to forget, or atleast, think of forgetting. Either way its positive. Though Im writting most of the time 'bout her, but still. Atleast, here I could create my own world, like she said. Strange, but it's true. I think this is the second time Im facing the truth. The truth that she knows me better than I know her. Indeed, sometimes I feel that I do not even know her. She looks so strange to me. The only reason is the way that tearing apart us. And I would like to change that way, to a better one. To make a difference travelling on it with you.

5 centimetres per second

....And after exchanging one thousand messages, our hearts only got 1 centimetre closer to each other. That's what she wrote. That's what made me figure all out. That's why we won't be together.
farewell.