The black and white pictures that haunt me. The nothingness that just won't disappear. The illusion of hope that was taken away. The dream of love that was just broken, will never be the same again. So why do I keep going? Simple. Because in a corner deep inside me there still lies some remains of those things I lost; those things I might never regain in their entirety. A small piece of hope still beats, but, is it enough to live? Will I get through in the end with these ruined possessions, these parts of me that were left in tatters. I will sit on the sidewalk and watch the people pass me by. Entities that are whole, that haven't felt pain, that haven't experienced the loss I now feel. Human beings that love and are loved in return. Lucky citizens that may never feel wrecked as I do. And still I must go on. I'll pick myself up and live a shadow of what once was. I'll be but a shell of my former self and maybe with time I'll start filling it up. For a while I'll just be. An emptiness that didn't fade. A delusion that was worn to shreds. |
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At 6:35 PM,
Anonymous said…
No se si realmente existe el destino, no se si realmente debemos cometer errores para aprender de ellos, pero definitivamente existen momentos que nos hacen sentir mas vivos que nunca, momentos que nos cambian, cosas tan simples en su concepcion que jamas las podremos olvidar.
Al final tarde o temprano todos caemos, lo dificil es levantarse y seguir adelante, con ese sentimiento interno que te hace querer mas, mas de ti mismo, que te hace pensar que existe un lugar perfecto para cada persona, es algo que nada ni nadie te puede arrebatar, esperanza....uno de los pocos sentimientos puros del ser humano, la unica fuerza que nos permite querer a aquellos quenos quieren lastimar, lo unico que nos hace levantarnos cada dia para seguir intentandolo....despues de leer esto me senti muy identificado por cosas que me han pasado... gracias por eso y espero que nunque se te agote la esperanza (K)
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