Reflexión de fin de año

Si, se pueden colocar infinitos en esos pequeños espacios de tiempo, si, me encuentro en su sonrisa como no recordaba, si, trajo un aspecto de mi cuya existencia había olvidado...

Quisiera poder aferrar más fuerte los recuerdos de nuestros momentos para que me hicieran en sus ausencias mejor compañía, me he dado cuenta que he escrito mi historia con las canciones que tanto disfruto, al menos tras entender eso, que me volví una recurrente Penelope lo mismo que un Hades que espera y una silueta en el Muelle hipotético adecuado...prometo contarme en otro aspecto una historia adecuada, la de You and whose army, la de Mejor morir en pie, la de Burn my shadow.

He de ser expectante para ella, pero con las fuerzas que me quedan que aún debieran bastar he de ser un protagonista por los capitulos adecuados en la gesta que he deseado realizar.

The other side of the coin

 There cannot be a sense of belonging, it really can't
She does not belong to me, that much I knew from the start, that is not a lie I could ever tell myself and the world is better because of that.
But I do belong to her a little, and I long for the daily things that I cannot have, just as my world reminds me how little control of my life I have, how I couldn't make a spot for her within it...my soul still longs for that smile to begin mornings that I'm not supposed to have, at least not daily and not frequently.

And yet I do belong a little to this feeling, as it overwhelmed me and it worked for the first time in such a long while and when it is, it feels correct, it makes me feel, it is the most I can have, it is what my chaos can aspire to.

And at times it can be peace, but it is not a lasting peace, I shall learn that, this fact that it will go up in such a nice way...and then it will fade for a longer while.

Me, the one who always wrote tragedies and never sins obviously found just the right way to weave a tragedy into my perfect, beautiful, revitalizing sin.

This love is and it will heal and it will hurt like a greek tragedy, those are the ones I loved the most, never ever realized I would live them up as life kept going on.

The love that we found

 This love that we found
It came from where it shouldn't be
It was not just lying around but rather it was hidden afar, far from you and far from me,in a situation no one ever told me it could appear..
But we found it, it was there to be taken if we crossed enough road, enough land, enough change.

A springtime to come, a night (not) to share.

Smiles and fruits and clumsy mistakes.

This love that we have has to learn how to be strong, stronger than the rest, different than them.
It has it's own kind of trust that I must not forget, and it's own times that can never reach 10.

But it can be feed in it's own way, and it's been growing I think faster than I could have expected.

This love that we have, you know it's so real, so raw, so pure even if it was born as a limited space, maybe if I learn enough math I can find the way to make it irrationally large, infinite within the finite ammount of moments, I have to beolieve that I can.