Prostye Dvizhenia

Cheguei ao ponto de ser apenas uma pessoa quase inexistente, extremamente insignificante e inútil . Nunca pensei que fosse pedir muito...
Peço desculpa por não ser aquilo que sempre quiseste, aquilo que sempre sonhaste.
Ama-me, que sem ti, nada posso. Nada sou.
Iremos encontrar-nos de novo, e talvez as estrelas tenham mudado, e nós não apenas nos amemos nesse tempo, mas por todos os tempos que vivemos antes.
A razão porque dói tanto separarmo-nos é porque as nossas almas estão ligadas. Talvez sempre tenham estado e sempre o fiquem. Talvez tenhamos vivido milhares de vidas antes desta, e em cada uma nos tenhamos reencontrado. E talvez que em cada uma tenhamos sido separados pelos mesmos motivos. Isto significa que esta despedida é, ao mesmo tempo, um adeus pelos últimos dez mil anos e um prelúdio ao que virá. Quando olho para ti vejo a tua beleza e graça, e sei que cresceram mais fortes com cada vida que viveste. E sei que gastei todas as vistas antes desta à tua procura. Não de alguém como tu, mas de ti, porque a tua alma e a minha têm que andar sempre juntas. E assim, por uma razão que nenhum de nós entende, fomos obrigados a dizer-nos adeus. Adoraria dizer-te que tudo correrá bem para nós, e prometo fazer tudo o que puder para garantir que assim será. Mas se nunca nos voltarmos a encontrar outra vez, e isto foi verdadeiramente um adeus, sei que nos veremos ainda noutra vida.

"You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does"

"Vida Anal"

And she struck him with the hammer again. That old rusty hammer that said Stainless Steel on the handle.. It'd been in pop's shed for the past twenty-odd years hidden behind some fishing rods that were tangled inbetween the left-over rope and spider webs .. He bled out, and gasped for air. She pitied him for what he had done, and spat on him. In any other age he would be condemned to hang.. Not nowadays. So she took matters into her own hands. She didn't bother to strike him again. She dropped the weapon, turned around, and slowly walked off in the freezing cold while he stared at her, hoping for her to come back for him. To forgive him. Forgiveness was something she didn't believe in .
This wasn't something she'd done before. And it wasn't an act of passion. It was pure hate. Her best friend took her life away with the rope.. It was that rope we had all seen before. We saw it everyday and never took any notice of it. We didn't ever intend to use it for other purposes than what it was meant for. And those stairs. Those shiny stairs that we thought were so funky.. twenty-one steps was all it took to go up them. One jump was all it took to come halfway down. She banged her feet on the tiles on the wall while grasping for breath. Could she be regretting it? .. By that stage it was too late. Those shiny, funky stairs had a new meaning to them. They never looked the same again. Pops didn't even get the tiles fixed, why would he anyway? It was a twisted reminder of how life fucks you in the ass over and over again. She didn't bring it on herself, he did.. and he paid for it ..

Why won't he pay for it? ...


Lara Donnelly, 02/09/2010