reborn

first we are given enough  to understand 
how it feels when something takes it all away 
as we grow up in mind and age 
fear of feeling helpless usually makes us crumble and gives us the shakes 
but our heartbeat keeps its boom boom through the flames 
for some reason we fight our memories and believe we found the real change 
we meet someone who has the real strength 
the one and only who makes the best even from our most grey days 
it numbs all the fear, we forget why we were scared 
our heartbeat feels now like its dancing with its boom boom all the way 
we get a reason to wake up, that's so new we are like damn 
guess that's what happiness  feels like then 
everything sounds as an opportunity, you get to play the game 
only to later realize you can't build your castle with someone else's hands
we are paralysed, suddenly we get to know pain 
our one and only cutting out our wings and kicking us right into hell 
by that time our heartbeat became a heartless sound without rhythm 
even though we're not believers, praying became our true hymn 
we feel so lonely we start talking to ourselves, 
frequently wondering if we are going insane 
we beg our beloved one please, one more time to stay 
we feel so lucky they say yes 
we feel so lucky they forgive us again 
as time goes by, we start feeling so lucky we are becoming perfect for them 
we start feeling so lucky they are helping us to stop being useless and become great 
mostly, we start feeling so lucky when they don't scream at us because they think we've failed 
we feel so lucky when they forgive us once again...
we feel so lucky this isn't the time we break 
we feel so lucky... what was feeling anyway? 
the whole motion of life stops for a while,
and that's enough for us to understand 
we're done here, nothing we thought we knew was ok 
its time to leave and this one we won't say "thanks"
we feel like we're floating in the void of silence and nonsense 
we even get to think of marrying death 
but there's a second thought where now we have so little we feel fearless in some way 
we take that shove and punch ourselves right in the face 
so we guess we're awake 
we're alone, in our void, thinking how much we hope everything is well 
as soon as loneliness hits our veins 
we start talking to ourselves a second time and it seems great 
turns out we can be our best friend
we talk about this path we shared 
we laugh and compare 
we are so full and complete
we stop looking in others and think
what is the real meaning
we feel like we're looking at ourselves from the ceiling
it's like we're about to fall but we're beaming
at the same time our insides are steaming
from nowhere we get this one feeling
we see now there's no savior
it's all about our own behaviour
how willing we are to make us a favour
by now our heart became an honoured senior
with its boom boom playing in stereo
we can fly all over the scenario 

Sanity.

Perder la cabeza,

perdernos en nuestra.

Nosotros, perdernos,

huir en un pensamiento,

una nube,

el humo que consume,

que consume nuestro ser,

pensar, sentir, vida.

Perdimos la cordura,

perdimos.

Perdimos la cordura

y sin embargo,

nos encontramos

en ese mundo

sin leyes,

utópico,

de quien no razona...

Nunca nos encontrarán;

no se encuentra

a quien no está

y nosotros,

nosotros estamos

a dieciocho mil años luz 

ya.

Felices 3 años de delirios y pulmones negros compartidos.

Feliz locura compartida.

Holy shit.

¿Nunca te has parado a pensar en ese fenómeno llamado amor?
¿Nunca pensaste en que quizás el otro no siente lo mismo que tú al verte o recordarte?

Es tan difícil comprender porqué alguien puede cambiar tu manera de verlo todo, hacerte sentir de manera extrema e incluso influir en tu persona.
Que tú mismo pases a depender de él o ella para ser algo en el mundo, sentirte bien, cómodo y completo sólo con el hecho de escucharle respirar.

Creo que jamás podré entender por qué sentimos este tipo de cosas, por qué dependemos de alguien para ser felices.

¿Por qué un tercero logra lo que 2 dentro de mi cabeza no, dándome ganas de salir adelante, recuperando el apetito, incluso ordenando mis horarios y cuidando de mi como si realmente fuera un tesoro? ¿Por qué me da vida?

Me hace renacer cual Fénix envuelto en llamas, sentir la necesidad de tenerle cerca de alguna manera, ya sea soñándole, oyéndole o leyéndole.

Es tan hermoso que alguien sienta celos de algo estúpido por el simple hecho de tener miedo. Es cursi e incluso vomitivo, pero sientes que eres el rey del universo.

Pronto volveré hecha un asco, quejándome de lo cruel que puede ser la gente jugando con los sentimientos de uno. Es cuestión de tiempo.