5 Noiembrie 2012

Everything changes

Posted in Noaptea tarziu tagged la 02:01 de alter ego

It is a truth generally acknowledged that in the end people become what they once said they’d never become. Sometimes change is needed, but sometimes you become the person you hate the most. You become the most disagreable and miserable person you’ve ever met and you still dare to ask yourself why. And this is because of the crazy little thing called…life.

As simple as it can be my ass! Life’s not simple! We think of it as if it was simpler, but reality proves us wrong everytime. The Placebo effect is everywhere you look. I wouldn’t have said this myself a couple of months ago, but happiness is relative. And so is everything else.
There is always sunshine after the storm but can anyone be sure that there wouldn’t be any ‘storms’ left?

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Yeah… But it was much more boring back then! 😀

24 Iulie 2012

Remember this, Andreea…

Posted in Noaptea tarziu la 15:11 de alter ego

It’s about admitting you have a problem. I know you’ve heard it all before, but sometimes it’s ok not to be ok. Sometimes it’s ok to be broken and damaged and tired because you cannot be strong all the time no matter how hard you try. And most important, sometimes it’s ok to need help. And to ask for help. It’s not enough to just think that you’re doing something wrong. You have to say it. Out loud. To tell somebody. To yell, even though you will be the one to be yelled at. So go ahead, overcome your fear of misunderstanding and admit that you need a shoulder to cry on! Trust me, that „somebody” I’ve been telling you about will find a way to get you out of this mess. You will both find a way…

22 Mai 2012

Iubita ta

Posted in Noaptea tarziu la 00:04 de alter ego

Te semnezi atat de vizibil pe corpul meu! Inchid ochii si esti aici, in spatele meu. Mainile tale imi preseaza usor sanii si abdomenul. Nu exista spatiu intre noi. Ne incalzim reciproc. Te simt cald si iubitor cu fiecare centimetru al pielii mele. Te apropii mai mult de urechea mea (nu credeam ca e posibil) si iti aud respiratia… Iti simt respiratia. Te simt pe tine cu totul cum incerci sa ma respiri. Ni se amesteca ritmurile inimii (acum sunt convinsa: bate doar una!). O parte din inima mea se desprinde de tesutul neputincios care o tintuia acolo, in piept, si pleaca sa te caute. Freamata de emotie, de dorinta, dar imi lasa ragaz un moment sau doua sa ma linistesc, sa n-o mai simt gemand in tot trupul…pana ce un nou val de fiori ma cuprinde si ma pierd… Si de fiecare data senzatia e alta, chiar daca efectul e acelasi mereu: ochii – inchisi, gura intredeschisa, respiratia intretaiata, acordata dupa gemetele din urechea mea. Unghiile usor infipte in mana de pe abdomen te fac sa ma vrei mai aproape, mai calda, sa vrei sa ma simti „iubita ta” mai mult decat m-ai simtit vreodata…

5 Martie 2012

Love and other drugs

Posted in Inspiratiune morbida, Noaptea tarziu, Noi tagged , , , la 23:19 de alter ego

Thinking that you could run away someday leaves me speechless. For a moment, I do not have any strength. I do not have the strength to clear my thoughts. I do not have the strength to make myself realise that this is not really going to happen. This is just a product of my damaged imagination, my troubled mind, yet deep inside I know, I am certain of this one single thing: You will stay. Because just like me, you are tremeduously weak. And you need me. You WILL need me. You’ll need my arms to feel safe, you’ll need my shoulder to cry on, you’ll need me entirely when your whole world will be falling apart.
But I know.. You won’t be able to hurt me that way. You are conscient enough to realise that you’d get wounded too. And it wouldn’t be that kind of flesh wound that needs a band-aid and simply heals without leaving any scars. No. You would be deadly injured, you’d scream and nobody would have any time to listen to your moans. You’d be silenced by your own despair and slowly you would be dying..
You certainly know all this. You know just as much as I do that if nobody leaves and decides to play their own happiness on one card, we both could make this last forever.

4 Octombrie 2011

Altfel de dor

Posted in Noaptea tarziu, Simply...life tagged , , , , la 00:50 de alter ego

„Progresam si uitam sa fim fericiti..”
Tii tu minte ca singura persoana de care iti era dor era mama care intarzia atunci cand venea sa te ia de la gradinita? Ti-ai fi imaginat vreodata ca exista si altfel de dor?
Mai exista nimicurile acelea care contau cu adevarat si care cu adevarat ne faceau fericiti? Mai conteaza pentru cineva? Acum abia daca o mai suni pe „mami” de 8 martie sa-i spui c-o iubesti.. Ai crescut… Ii lasi un mesaj offline si iti vezi linistit de treaba.
„Cineva sa opreasca invazia de biti. Cineva sa ne faca
din nou.. Fericiti..”

28 Aprilie 2010

Colorful Memories pt. II

Posted in Noaptea tarziu tagged , , , , , la 17:31 de alter ego

Cate chestii albastre si patrate s-au intamplat!
Am auzit, am simtit, am vazut…
Te-am auzit, ti-am citit mesajele,
atat!
Au fost sentimente rosii,
albe,
verzi,
galbene,
mov si oranj,
dar mai presus de toate…
Albastre…
Ochiul meu albastru cauta butonul rece si patrat de „Stergere mesaje”.
L-a gasit.
„Selectare”…
Atat!

23 Aprilie 2010

Colorful memories

Posted in Noaptea tarziu tagged , , , la 21:22 de alter ego

Se rostogolesc pe obrazul patat lacrimi roz inghetate.
Ochiul anesteziat se simte albastru si patrat.
Se uita in jur.
E singurul ce da culoare!
El si lacrimile mele roz…
Se sting incet sub buze, incep sa arda.
S-au ascuns sub patura.
S-au retras usor sub pleoapele sigilate de lacrimi sterse,
de mila,
de scarba,
de durere,
de frustrare,
de agonie,
de neincredere,
de tacere,
de realitate,
de ganduri,
de neant,
de frica,
de necunoscut,
de ura,
de mandrie,
de sete,
de frig,
de uimire, 
de speranta,
de copil,
de tipat,
de uitare,
de intuneric,
de nesiguranta,
de lasitate,
de banal,
de visare,
de blocuri gri,
de suflet mic,
de mine,
de tine,
de noi,
de ei,
de somn,
de negru, de nimic!
Nu mai e niciun pic de culoare aici!
Nu mai e niciun pic de culoare acum!
De-aia!
De ziduri patrate si colorate-n roz cu pensule mici si patrate si albastre…
Ziduri patrate…
ATAT!

11 Februarie 2010

Doua secunde mai tarziu

Posted in Inspiratiune morbida, Noaptea tarziu tagged , , la 18:44 de alter ego

…momente de inspiratie in toiul noptii… :-??

Încercând să fiu altfel,

am devenit ca mine…

Am încercat să mă schimb

şi am adormit.

Apoi ne-am întâlnit.

O secundă mai tarziu te-am cunoscut

şi m-ai ucis…

Dar am murit abia o secundă mai târziu…

Nu e tocmai recenta, dar n-am chef sa scriu si tre’ sa fac si scenariul ala (romana, valentine’s si posibil jurnalism -dar ala poate sa mai astepte- ) … Desi s-ar putea sa trisez putin.. :-” Anyway, nu spun nimic pana nu termin… :>

P.S.: Costica, dormi? Dormi? =)))