Vine o perioada cand simti nevoia sa tragi in piept doar aer curat. Am lasat atatea zile bune in urma , dar daca ma opresc acum stiu ca nu o sa fiu mandru de nimic din ce am facut. Sticle de vin si beri goale, seri cu cerul plin de stele, nopti prin dormitoare cu pereti albastrii si in asternuturi care nu-ti sunt dragi, saruturi care nu iti mai opresc gandurile in loc si maini pe care nu vrei sa le cuprinzi, minciuni pe care nu vrei sa le spui. Adevaruri pe care nu vrei sa le auzi.
Nu imi mai e drag nimic. Nu imi mai e drag sa salut pe nimeni din cunoscuti si totusi acum le vorbesc mai mult decat inainte, ii tin mai aproape , actionez din reflex. Rad, glumesc, sar la atac, dau mana cu oricine. Pierd zile cu ei langa o cola si un pachet de tigari, dar nu reusesc sa ma desprind.
When you lose yourself, tell me , what do you do when you realize that you're standing empty in front of a mirror? That you're trying to look through but you can't find nothing behind those eyes. When you're starring at your fingers but you can't remember how it feels to touch her, how it feels to love her. When you're touching your lips but you can't remember how her lips tasted in that moment, right there. When you're starring at your arms but you can't remember the last time you hold her. When you try to find the words, but you can't remember the way she wishpered for you. When you hear the song, but you cant remember the way she danced with you. Tell me what do you do?
The first rule of attachment? Don't get attached.
