How can two people be part of the
same world if there is someone always on the missing side? Is it the illusion
our soul is trying to crave for romance? To miss somebody leaves one of those
empty feelings inside of us we can only understand if the other part is with us
again, maybe promising she’ll remember to be yours. Sometimes I wonder if the
feeling of missing somebody is nothing but the fear of a sort of imperfection
of not being enough. Actually we want to leave just to avoid the steady
crossing mind – but we cant!
Is it about the old times, the new
times or simply tears? I don’t like to say do not cry since not every tear
seems to be a scourge.
But what if we begin to understand
that at some point we aren’t able to look back. Can time heal everything or
must we accept that some pain is that profound it may embrace us forever? Is
this the fortress of our life we must deal with or should we try to escape once
again in search for the expected better one, who maybe never will come along?
Possibly we sometimes forget how it feels to be alive and try to make it up for
missing you. Somehow missing means
nothing but the chosen one is not only a star, but the damn whole sky to
ourselves – the one who might be able to change a life by making the one place
of being together the place one would rather be.
I would like to quote not one of the
famous authors the literal world has seen but one of my most heartily friends
by saying that missing is the wish of wanting to put the others dreams in the
ones eyes. But what if the other looked into my eyes, saw my heart shatter but
hers didn’t? Dreams are illusions but pain is having presence in mind. Somehow
we must fight bitterly to protect the roots of our leaves.
Cheers
Lorax
