Do we lose some words over a certain
period of time? All those simple phrases like humanity’s most famous one I love you and are we actually able to
find them again by letting a bolt of bravery release them from the deepest of
our hearts? Isn’t it about words coming along with us even the longest road in
life expressing that, what we want and what we should – and our souls in a
steady conflict with our rationality because of the one person we literally are
not? Words we lived and maybe will, waiting for all those gorgeous days.
In the end lost is lost or should we
get an exalted understanding of losing things, paraphrasing it with hidden? The ludicrous character of
losing our words is that we actually lose ourselves. One metaphoric lost star,
still in that ridiculous belief being one of a kind between a million but never
even able to shine brighter then the rest.
And time runs.
So what should we search for among
this mega-lie of free men who are nothing but slaves of their own profit? Love?
Dreams? Luck? Maybe we shouldn’t forget that losing a part of us means a piece
of ourselves is gone and instead of searching ideals of romantic imagination we
might be better off getting our fucked up soul back together by facing our
struggles. So why not starting to care about things again instead of standing
the curios but somehow fashionable idea of giving
a shit? What we mustn’t forget is that you
don’t love someone for their looks, or their cloths or for their fancy cars,
but because they sing a song only you can hear – so our old friend Oscar.
What he doesn’t say is who sings
this song. Maybe someone, maybe ourselves or maybe the certain sunrise giving
us every new day the chance to find out exactly that: Who are we? So why not loving a bit more in hope for better times - they won't be perfect, but pure.
Cheers
Lorax
