Extrañamente...

Extrañamente, de manera inesperada dos almas se encuentran y una irradia luz mientras la otra se esconde.
Encontré de manera inesperada cabellos de seda y brillo cual plata en luz de luna, y perlas en sonrisa curveada como por olas de mar, intensas y firmes, perfecta sonrisa sin error...
Mi verso no se queda sin palabras pero mis manos se quedan sin razon de escribir si no de verte caminar...
Mis manos no se quedan sin letras pero mis ojos sin vista al escucharte hablar, mis oidos no se quedan ciegos pero sordos al estar contigo...
 Extrañamente tal vez, estoy para estar contigo. Extrañamente, tal vez, para eso escribo.
Y encontre verdad en tu risa, y mentira en tu maldad, y belleza en el rubor de tus mejillas, y sinceridad en tu razón
No habra mas de ti. Espontanea como rayo apareciste y como marca en las rocas, te quedaste.
No sere, el mejor escritor, pero inspiras el verso...  
No sere el mejor, pero dices que lo soy.
No seras la mejor, pero no me pasa por la mente algo tan imperfecto que a si vez represente la perfección.
Extrañamente... Te encontré.

Back again...

Whenever you feel of asking, whenever you feel curious, you act furious about the feelings you've been masking, trying to make them go away but you can't, they are here to stay.

Make a believer out of me and show me it's worth it, worth it a shot, worth it to drop and get right back up. 

Have me thinking about you as you are feeling as a stone statue, nothing, nothing at all, nothing even once and there is nothing that can prove me wrong.

Make a decision, decide wether my life should end or not. But I guess I won't stop. I should leave it alone but something in my bones telling to my core I don't want to see you gone.

And I'll be back again, to feel the pain and the joy, the tears and the smiles, that need to be felt for you.

Emptiness.

Because when you feel so lonely to fight that one tear, you would do anything to have a little piece of heaven.

Every time you reach your max, you feel like falling apart, but for what is worth, you made it far from the start.

Having love is useless if it is not for someone. Having someone is useless if that someone hurts you, to lay and die.

Laying and dying is useless if haven't stand a fight.

Standing to fight is meaningless, if you don't have someone that feels the same for you. Someone that gives you strength, that gives you might.

Have I ever felt anything like that? I feel it now, but I won't last long, I feel like falling apart, I feel I'm not on the start, I feel that what I know and feel is not real, and she won't help me heal. I guess I'll just lay and die, with out standing a fight. I have no strength, I have no might... I guess that little piece of heaven is out of my reach, and soon, it will be out of my sight.

You.

You have been through a lot, just like I have.

You have being through deserts and storms, just like I have.

And now you are asking if it's worth even to try. And I, when reached that point, did it as well.

But the most beautiful roses, always have thorns, behind a beautiful lie there is always an ugly truth. 

I know it clearly enough, I feel it deep enough. It can take you high, up to the sky, or smash you bash you straight to the ground.

I know how it feel to fail, but, your succes means my happiness, your sadness means my failure, and succes is my only option, failure is not.

I know you, and I know for what you fight. 

I know it very well, because I am yourself.

11:11

Maybe you do it because you believe.

Maybe you do it because you want to make fun of me.

Maybe you do it because you have hope. But for what I do it for, is just illusion, a dying hope. A cold, lonely, dark night. An empty feeling, that swallows everything in sight. 

A lonely night I hope to survive, so expective on the spark of a light that shall carry me through my path. 

Wicked words with no meaning lost into a fake meaningless laugh.

And you can save me, but you are afraid to take my hand...

I guess 11:11 has always been false.

New light.

Have you ever reached your breaking point?

Have you ever come across a mountain too high to climb?

Have you ever seen the moon so far, that you feel like it's the last time you'll ever see her light?

Never have wondered why is everything so wrong and people keep telling you it will be alright?

Maybe the best decision is to rest, to sleep.

But will you have the strength to wake up?

Will you have the strength to keep moving on track?

Will you have the strength to find a new light?

Insomnia.

Simply can't handle a little mistake upon my path.

Simply can't handle the sound of my lonely wind.

And if people around me as leafs shall fall, my wind shall carry them around, until I breathe no more.

Until I forget my path. Until into darkness I fall, and with a tear I will wake up, to stop myself from drowning once more.