domingo, 17 de outubro de 2010

Darkness

I wrote this for my girlfriend at that time... One year and three months ago.
But frack, what a hell!

Sthepen King once said: "Ghosts are real and monsters are too they live inside of us and sometimes they win".
Today this quote fill almost everything about how the human being is. Their behavior, thoughts every single thing is under control by fear, sorrow, guilty. This kind of control hide who we really are.

"The only question about philosophy it's suicide". Albert Camus.
And he's right we're unperfect, full of mistakes, unfinished, even House a main character interpreted by Hugh Laurie in a series said: "Everybody lies". We are liers, thiefes, kidnappers and even more than that we're lazy.
The world is going down, nature have ginven up on us, we're losing consciuness, we won't open the door for stranger, for feelings, and leading all of that "love".

And we start to lose from ourselves, the voices in our head won't help us, they are saying "give up", "you can't stand before it, it's too much for you."

We have the most valuable thing in this world (friends), and we still hide ourselves, we can't tell them and the voice in our head keep saying: "They don't need to know" or "They have their own problems". You maybe right and yet you don't know if you won't tell them.

One, Two, Three years and the situation becomes stronger than you and more difficult to face and the breeze becomes a storm.
We begin to collapse, not from outside because there we can fake a smile or hide a tear, and finally the mask is there and we can't put it off.
Our"selves" are destroyed and we start to fill our mind with banalities, and we get worry about the other goals or thoughts.

We become the others, we "are" with them and "for" them.

"The man is what he does from himself". Jean-Paul-Sartre

We can't stop... hard outside and soft inside. We become machines, every emotion, motion, word ,we do all that without knowing, just hiding deep inside the sadnees that we trully feel.

All the efforts to bring us home, are not enough... 

And in the middle of the night no one are going to hear our scream.