Παρασκευή, 10 Σεπτεμβρίου 2010

May it be.


There are times I wish I was part of a romantic movie of a black and white film of a beautiful poem of a sad song of a bright day part of love.These times I can't think in greek.I can't think at all.I just close my eyes and talk to myself acting as if there's a camera in front of me recording what i'm doing.These times I can speak only english in order to impress the director who's in my thoughts in front of me searching for new talents.Ha you fool.I'm not crazy.You may say I'm a dreamer.But I'm not the only one.I dream about the future.I dream about the past.But most of all I dream right now.I dream how things could have been different or how I could change what has happened.But some things cannot change.Death happens.I can't un-happen it.And for that I feel sorry.There's a moment in your life when you no longer feel powerful you no longer have hope to go on.No longer have the strength to smile to wait to dream.But i should carry on.Whether It's written or not.I want to travel.All around the world.I want to fall in love as i have never been before.Want to meet people i will never see in my life again.I want to run in a valley full of colours listen to the wind sing in the rain drive through the desert swim in the ocean cry on the mountains get kissed in the sea.I want someone to take me my hand and love me.Love me as bad as no one ever has.I want someone to come take me by the hand and convince me that i should never ever stop dreaming.Cause i already have.Life is unfair.I often stare in the clouds in the stars and i wonder.Why it's not me who's on the stage?Why is it not me who's not on the screen.But there are other times when i wonder,why are you taking them away?Why them?Is there really someone up there who choses them?Because if there is.Then there's really no point to dream TO HOPE.Show me.Somehow show me that life is beautiful that we should fight for it.Either for a boy either for a girl either for your parents either for your friends but mostly for yourself.You have to fight.ANd never stop believing.Cause the day you'll stop then there'll be no tomorrow.You are the painter.Life is an empty paper ready to be painted by you.You can always make a mistake but you can always erase it or you can just put another colour on it.Either abstract or something specific this drawing is your life.And how you have imagined it.I know drawings are not alive.It takes only some imagination to light the fire and give them life.Sometimes I wonder.Is it me who's a weirdo or everybody else in this wolrd?I don't know.And maybe i'll never will.All i know is I'm different.Different in my own way.Or at least that's what i think until i get to know another different.The years pass.ANd yet i still have hope that my dreams will come true even if i'm sitting infront of a pc and i'm not doing nothing about it.I still believe.There is time.But you don't have to waste it.Because it's precious.Cause i'd reallylike to be on a plane going to Ireland right now instead of writting these words.It's just that i have a broken leg.Dah i'm funny after all.Oh it's getting late.I have to go and watch it.My life season 22 episode 1.Enjoy!

E.

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