Talpile li se afundau in noroi.Se ineacau atat de adanc incat abia daca puteau sa-si scoata gatul din carnea strazii.Fara cuvinte multe,se chinuiau amandoi sa vada.N-a fost niciodata mai dureros sa se uite in jur.Un cal mort zacea cu ochii deschisi in mijlocul campului.Dintre coaste ii iesise un fluture crem,imbatat de caldura care se dispersa.Pasii lor mici rasunau tare si clar.Intre cer si pamant,hoitul unea lumile.
-Vezi tu,uneori existenta ne poate parea o simpla iluzie.Trebuie doar sa dam jos cateva straturi de piele ca sa ne trezim din ea.
-Si apoi?
-Si apoi incepem.
Vocea ii izvora de undeva din gatlej,trista, ragusita, umplea aerul.Isi dadu jos camasa,lasand sa i se vada pe spate doua cicatrici simetrice.Luandu-i mana in mana lui,el ii spuse sa le pipaie.Erau adanci.
We search vigorously for soul mates we can never find, the feeling bubbles down deep within driving us to search further than once perceived. We search for those who never really exist, ideas forged on romantic speculations, waiting for the ever perfect moment that never arrives. Hope is a virtue saved for the naive, yet reality only hurts us further, opening our eyes to the blinding lies.
Though our bodies have just met our souls feel like they've known eachother forever as if death wasn't strong enough to kill our love for one another we found eachother once again the way it was ment to be, when you promised me an eternity your words were true, for each shell we rid our selves of we return in another just to find eachother and pursue our eternal love cause when we die our love is what keeps us going when were together then we are immortal nothing can stop us, as long as we've got love then we can never actually die we are soulmates through love and hate through pain and hell our love could only get stronger.
We believe in soul mates for a reprieve, something to get us through the mundane drag of everyday life. To avoid the consequential truth that we may forever be alone.
Tipa. Nu e nimeni sa o poata auzi. Plange. Nu e nimeni care sa ii aline durerea. Singura, în mijlocul nimicului, sta culcata pe pamantul rece, mort, la fel cum probabil va fi si ea in curand. Vantul ii rascoleste parul, si sufletul, aducandu-i ganduri de care ar vrea sa uite, amintiri care dor, cuvinte care ranesc, priviri care strapung; vrea sa uite TOT. Sa se termine TOTUL. Vrea sa tipe din nou, dar nu mai are grai. Nici lacrimi nu mai exista. O durere muta, apasatoare, groaznica. Ploua. Pana si picaturile de ploaie par ca ii ard trupul. Ii curata chipul, ii umezeste buzele invinetite si obrajii palizi; de-ar putea fi la fel de usor sa se spele si pacatele! Deschise ochii. Acea privire goala, acei ochi care au vazut atatea inainte de a fi cazul... Cand trecutul este ruina, cand prezentul este nimic, cand viitorul crezi ca nu exista, cand stii ca daca ai murit nimeni nu ti-ar simti lipsa, ce este de facut? Sinucidere?! De ce sa te gandesti la asa ceva? De ce sa alegi sa fugi de tot, de ce sa fi las? Ai primit aceasta viata ca sa o traiesti. Si daca totul ar fi "roz", daca n-ar exista durere, te-ai mai bucura la fel de mult de placere? Daca n-ar exista nepasarea si indiferenta ai mai aprecia la fel de mult iubirea? Daca n-ai plange, rasul ar mai fi la fel de placut? Nu poate fi bucurie fara tristete, nu poate fi ploaie fara nori, soare fara cer, eu, fara tine...! Daca n-ar exista acest echilibru viata nu ar mai fi aceeasi. Iar viata este frumoasa, crede-ma! Oricat de mult ai suferi, indiferent de cat de dificil pare totul, chiar daca esti mai sigur ca orice, ca de acum nimic nu mai are rost, continuand, mergand inainte, vei deveni tot mai puternic, si vei fi pregatit sa infrunti alte greutati, probabil mai grele decat cele de pana acum. Si trecand peste ele, te vei putea bucura de tot ceea ce este bun in aceasta viata.
Nimeni nu a ajuns pe acest pamant DEGEABA. Fiecare are rostul sau. Fiecare lucru care ti se intampla, bun sau rau, se intampla cu un scop.
Her: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fighting.
Him: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Her: So what?
Him: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Note: some women are bitches. why do they have the best men and don't even recognize the excellence of they have next to them?
