Anything but silence,anything but leaving this place.

I’m so afraid of trying to make another move. It just feels so comfortable here, that I don’t think it worth moving away from where I am now. It’s quiet and peaceful and it’s not that easy to give up about it after some years looking after it. But at the same time I don’t want to lock me up in this circle. What if I can’t find the exit after a while living here? It could be a tragedy or it could be just a couple of more years like the last eighteen have been? I also don’t want to give up about having fun with all that different ways to fill the spaces even if it’s temporary. I guess I just afraid to leave and don’t know how to come back to me as I know now.

I quoted someone last post, and I wanted to change the idea.

I don’t wanna let anyone in to be another mess on me.

I don't wanna let you in to be another mess of me.

I don`t know…but today I’m not here to make you think about what I’m going to write.
I just want to tell you how am feeling now. I feel like home, I feel good and I feel free. I’m not sure if I want to let it go, because it’s the first time that I can face the loneliness with happiness. Sounds weird, but I feel good. I don’t want to be the one to disappoint you.
I want to kiss you….but I don’t want to live you. I do want your kiss, but am no sure if I want your love. That’s how it’s working for me now. Everyone it’s around offering me love, but all that I can think about is finally having some fun. It’s just about me…It’s my turn to taste this world.

No meu lugar.

Eu peguei tudo que restava e me escondi no lugar de onde você me tirou.Avisei as pessoas que se você procurasse por mim,pra elas dizerem onde eu estou.
Não faz muito sentido me reencontrar nesse lugar toda vez que eu lhe vejo. Não sei mais como eu faço pra me afastar de você,sem tropeçar em nossos sentimentos.
O pior é que eu sei que no fundo não é você...é só o que eu criei.Mas minha esperança ainda diz a todos na rua pra indicarem o lugar onde você me achou, caso você volte a me procurar.
Eu olho e já não sei quem ocupa o corpo de quem eu amei tanto.Eu procuro você nos traços que eu conheci tão intimamente. Espero que pelo menos quem você era possa me buscar de novo, sem traços nem rastros. Apenas com o amor.

Tente nem se quer lembrar daquele nosso tempo qual era tao facil amar.