in silence we breath

there are some events that i should cover here, some sad, some of despair and with that style.. but i won't, this is a rocario, so here's what a dream and a song make me write... this one goes for A&M

it's been so lonely lately, i wake up, i do my stuff, i look through the window and that hemisphere of clouds that cover everything making me believe i'm caught inside some sort of xmas gift... but no one comes to put it upside down anymore
i smell the trash and the essense you left, so yours, so personal and without mistake i'd find you just by following it, delicious reminder of what you've done to my life
we've been separated all this time, some new scars, some new wrinkles and stories which might be told if there's a chance for it, you know i'm open to share everything with you, you know i'm saying this for real... we've been to many places and situations, i can't take the time back, i can't make those memories fade away nor all the stupid things i've done but i can assure you this: all that i've been through made me better so you've got the best in the end... life's a lot different with you, and i like it.

i'm staring at the roof, didn't noticed those spots while you were here, there was nothing for me to pay attention to but you, the world could have crumbled down and i'd have been staring at you while making our way to safety...

still, that's gone, still, we've gone on with our lives, that's how it was meant to be, wasn't it? different countries, different careers, still we had a good time i know i fell for you, now you know i did... still it doesn't made any difference, destiny had other roles for us and that's what we've done so far. I'm doing pretty good lately, what about you?
walking through pictures and sounds, is it still the same? even those get old and the feeling fades as we grow up, it's not as thrilling as the last time, it's not as rewarding and we keep looking for more, that's what's keeps me moving and craving for the next wave, in the meantime, i mold and die on my bed waiting for something more interesting to do than wait for a lighting to strike my head and survive...
the reflection in the mirror isn't familiar sometimes, how could you stare at me when i looked like that? i still don't know, the sky doesn't seem to know the pestilence in the city, the graveyard some dig day by day with their pens and smiles in a job they despise, i hope it's not your case babe, i wished a lot better than that last time we saw each other

anyway, the night is smooth and not as cloudy as this morning, cold as never before, damn it, should have brought my gloves (but pockets are still good), my nose is freezing, echoes of the shadows we left somewhere and laughs caught while holding hands... i never smiled so completely with someone who wasn't a close relative like i did with you... a few cars pass by, oh my nose is freezing cold! smiling helps sometimes, and it seems like this is one of those "times", i run to nowhere but not too far, i still have a few things to complete there, with you? don't be silly! you became a fraction of my imagination a while ago, and even if you read these lines, you know it wasn't for you completely but for the image i still have of you too.

daydreaming, wasn't that what we had in common too? could we spend almost the whole day doing it, coffee? not for me thanks not at this hour, besides you always knew i wasn't a coffee person at all, a little difference with you, uh? but it was nothing while resting sleeping so close to you, the world was still the same, air was still the same, i was the same person but this reaction just highlighted everything that was good everywhere, hope was endless and all the chances were taken at once, with the strenght of thousands of universes but still with the trace of doubt, little enough to let everything crash with the slightest blow, "everyone deserves a second chance" is what i told you once before you left, what i didn't tell you was that they should feel that they deserved the chance for real, that they learned of their mistakes... have we learned of ours? whatever is meant to be is... i don't want to spend my life trying to fight that anymore, i've got more than enough with what i call reality...