Monday, June 24, 2013

Heart skipped a beat

It felt like your plane had landed on my back.
I couldn’t see it. I could feel its weight bringing me down.
My hands touched you and broke into million pieces that day.
I looked into your eyes. Familiar. But then I lost them.
Just like that.
They tried to find me,
between dirty walls and missed calls,
I started losing other parts of you.

When it feels like it’s not over, but it is.

When it feels that your mind is breaking, but your heart is not.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Killer Mood

THERE IT IS! The whiney post again.

                Throughout the years, the thing that intrigued me the most is everyone’s poor social skills. Why can’t people have a conversation? Stick to the point, express what you mean -clearly- and remember what you said two minutes ago.

                They talk about a million things trying to prove their point, they complicate everything and when the other one has the decency to untangle the mess and lay down what they actually said, they simply answer “That’s not what I meant”. Oh, but it IS what you meant, you just didn’t like the way it sounded. 

And then we welcome chaos. Things stop making ANY sense. Arguments become totally invalid, and you can turn them down o n e b y o n e.
The conversation usually ends with “You don’t understand”, “I just can’t express myself in the right way”, or “You just can’t accept someone else’s opinion”.

                No, you know what? Maybe you are just an idiot, and your opinion sucks. Go learn how to make a simple freaking sentence.