A clowdy rainy mardy tuesday's result.

Nothingness

The closeness to the nothingness is growing faster and faster. Emptyness is the medicine for a harmed heart that will always die hard.
I try to prevent it. I try to keep up with it. I try to fight it. But it's worthless - I always end up embracing it.

When it's too much, I can never have enough. When it's too scarce, I long just to have a spare. When I can't have it, all the world's too heavy. Everything's dim and everyone's done. I just wanna be alone.

Alone and shrunken. Just like a wanker. Feeling the numbness. Hearing the rain. Seizing the plain. Lifting the pain. Wondering and wondering it all over again.

-Could this be, yet again? Would it be the same?
It won't be the same. This can't be, again. Don't you understand?
But I don't. I can't...
-I ain't!
I should never loose faith. 'Cause stop beliving is stop existing.

Saindo da fossa...

Cliff Jumping

Is it wrong
Wanting to do absolutely nothing at all?
Anything to keep myself
In a warm and endearing numbness
Made out of flat lies
To disguise me of the iminent throuth

Shouldn't I wish to stand still
For as long as it takes
To feel normal again?

Sleeping and waking up
Only when I know
It is all right?

Or do I have to hit bottom
To be able to climb
All the way to the top again?

When you're standing in the edge of the cliff
Wondering if it's worth it to jump down,
And face your deepest fears,
How can you hope for better days?
How could you dream it would all go away?

But when all of your most desperate prayers
Seem not to have found any answers,
When the dephts of the abyss are looking more
And more appealing to you,

Look for whatever streanght
Your chest has left
And try to remmember:

This too
Shall pass