Infinity.

I want to be given the chance to make you feel alive. To bring you feelings you’ve never felt before and never thought you would. Please let me be there to fight away your sorrow and emphasize your happy times. Just let me prove to you it’s not just words. Let me get into your heart and make you wanna keep me there forever. Let me be your first thought in the morning and your last thought late at night. Let me make you feel millions even when you’re broke. Let me take you to the Sky and watch the whole world together from above. Let me be the one you’ve been looking for all your life. Let me cook your favourite dish. Let me get lost in long night rides with you. Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain. Let me listen to your silence when the words are not enough. Just let me love you. And I swear to God you’ll never want to forget me. Just let me.

IF.

She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying, "Mama never loved her much."
And, "Daddy never keeps in touch.
That's why she shies away from human affection."

But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bag for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him,
She's sayin'

"I would fly to the moon and back if you'll be,

If you'll be my baby,
I've got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby?"

Athazagoraphobia.

I know that this may sound stupid, but when you find a soul that matches yours, all the feelings are overwhelming. You're surrounded by thousands of feelings you may have lacked before, and you have so much to say that you don't know exactly where to start from. So you overly attach, and have the impression that you know that person for a lifetime, and everything's perfect, and your heart rate goes crazy...it's just like falling in love for the first time. But in a different way. It's weird you know, I can't even explain it, but whoever's been through this knows exactly what I'm talkin' 'bout. The rush, the feelings, premature happiness, sweet dizziness, euphoria, and everything similar to it...It's like, you finally feel alive.
The sad part is, the more you get attached, the fear of losing them rises. And you get crazy and paranoid whenever you think something's wrong, practically making them wanna leave you.
So, my friend, if you fear losing the one you love, start by not letting them forget that you don't want to lose them. 'Cause shouts and paranoia never tackled any problem. Athazagoraphobia, my friend. Fucking athazagoraphobia.

Refresh, Restart, Reboot.

I'm tired of not seeing any Sunshine sometimes, I'm tired of blurry images caused by this heavy rain. I'm tired of trying to fake a smile on the street just to cry myself to sleep whenever my bridges collapse...I'm just tired. Aren't you tired of this fucking pain sometimes? Aren't you tired of teary eyes and salty lips? I need Sunshine. I need warmth. I need the main reason why I'm happy not to be as well the main reason why I'm sad. I need...Fuck that. I'm just tired.

TCTWNE.

Wolves attack when they are hurt. Foxes growl when they are hurt. Dogs bite when they are hurt. Even people hurt when they are hurt. Some hurt to pay back. Some hurt to save themselves. And some...just for their own entertainment. But why do we tend to hurt each other so much and so often? And it doesn't matter how hard we try to keep up appearances, behind the smokescreen we get so lonely and so cold that we can't even think straight. But we wouldn't show that. We wouldn't friggin' show it. 'Cause we'd consider ourselves weak if we did. So we hurt. We hurt the ones we love, we hurt the ones we hate, and what's most important...we involuntarily hurt ourselves. And that sucks. 'Cause you may feel nothing for a while, but one day you wake up with a fucked up feeling and you wonder why. Then the reason seems to slowly take shape, as the smile on your face turns into a flood of tears. But you won't show that. You won't show. And you keep hurting. We as humans are such hypocrites, we expect everything and give nothing in return, but we start complaining if we don't get it. And we shamelessly hurt but want to be treated with love and respect. How could this be? When did we become so selfish and careless? We say that we want to change the world, but in fact the world changes us; and we totally refuse to admit that. We still think we're unaffected. We still think that nothing can touch us. We still think we're know-it-alls.

This is the circle that will never end. The sinister rehearsal of our own fears. The pejorative reflection of our inner self, transposed into a thousand pieces. So mind your language in front of the ones who love you, 'cause if you get to hurt them several times, one day you might not get to hurt them at all. And you'll get back to loneliness and the circle will take its course again. The circle that will never end.