miércoles, 13 de abril de 2011
Out of nowhere a guy in a motorcycle, stands next to me and asks me for a race ( i was in a motorcycle as well) and i said yes, i felt the wind in my face and i'm liking the speed and i lost the guy who dared me to a race. Suddenly i look around and i don't recognize where i am.. my motorcycle isn't there anymore and i walk, as am walking i see my brothers car passing beside me, but there wasn't anyone driving it. So i stopped and asked somebody about the car and no one knew were it us, i even called my mom and my brother but they didn't know about the car.
Deeper than the mountains Deeper than the seas Is this Hole that embraces my soul Stronger than a tower Bigger than the worl Is the faith I see in You Anxious to get out, but eager to come in Always trying to find a place in between A place so safe, but wait thats not the way! I see a mass of bliss coming towards me Sensing my veins and feeling them near what is this? but wait thats not the way, get away! Peace fills me now, sensing your every breath coming closer each day This is the way.. when I feel you near, and everything else disappears This is the way, the journey i should inhale Show me the way, so I wont mistake the path you granted upon my will Show me once again, I've been blinded to your ways, Shadows fill the space and I cant see your face Hold this feeling so strong, grab it and all your senses will drown To it, the feeling were I get lost in you.
I wrote this a long time ago, in difficult times that still remain Why am I so afraid of living my life in your way? why do I get scared of the things I don't get? I've always wanted a story of love, hope and friendship Yet I live my life in regret of Everything that was a mistake And i'm still waiting for the book to fill its pages Stranded in this piece of self, I want to live my life for you So would you please make me understand? I don't want to be myself I wished for something different yet I always see the same As time goes by, I see It as a my shame The story I never go slipping away But I don't want to be this way Stranded in this piece of self, living in the shadow of the past itself I don't wanna be myself Come, change me , create me all over again, and tell me is my story really there? would you paint it for me or is it too late? Hope Is Holding my skirt, hang on.. I still believe my story is Real
martes, 5 de abril de 2011
I find myself wondering were I've gone Its like I had a brain transplant Who have I become? All the stuff I used to worry about are nowhere found My perception has blurred And now I'm somewhere I don't Belong But one thing is crystal clear And from that I cant escape From this longing inside my veins That takes me to where I need to be Imagining places I long to meet Making my shadows become true beings And in this place I see myself free But I can only go there whenever I fall asleep