MemoriesMemoriesWhether they are happy or sad they sometime make me feel nostalgicThey remind me of a time where my life was differentThey remind me how I also thought so much differentlyStrangely I wouldn't relive any of thisAge and experience has put reality in my face many timesA reality that inhabitate too many of usBut yet, nothing could ever destroy meBecause my memories always had the power to bring me back to who I wasBefore I truly knew what life meantMemories will always stayBut what I want now is to live something different that will allow me to think less of the pastBecause all I always aspired to was the futureAnd I always lived my life in the present dayAnd the memoriesThey remind me I once had a dreamA dream that still lives in the deepness of my soulA dream I promised myself I would realiseAnd still, I didn't make it a reality yetI never left anything to do for the next dayWhy do something tomorrow when you can do it today?Then how could I do that with one
The earI am popularYet I am lonelyEveryone wants to be meYet none wants to be with meBut people turn to me to confessTo get some comfortBecause beyond all these peopleAnd beyond all these sheepsI am meI am neutralAnd probably one of the only who won't judge themNo matter who they areNo matter what they've doneI am a earI am a guideI am a friendBut in the very end I am aloneAnd it's okayBecause I was part of your life for a reasonAnd I am proud of itWhat would you be today if I hadn't been there for youI do not really want to knowBecause all that matters is what you are nowLike a lonely shepherdI continue my life and walk until I reach my next destinationI will always be there for you and when you don't need me anymoreI'll just keep on walking to complete my questAnd until thenI will be in peaceOnly with myselfBecause being alone doesn't make me sadIt's the only time I finally find myself againAnd the only time where I get awayAll aloneAnd then I hide in my se
Tara's letter''The muscles of my throat are tied up to the ones of my abdomen. I feel nauseous and that strange pain stretches all the way through the palms of my hands…My heart is bleeding. Bleeding because of love, love I thought I was unable to get and love I am unable to give.I don't feel good, not at all.Tears won't ever fall, because I am strong, yet inside, I suffer. People may say I am a cold heart, that's what I look like but if they only knew and I don't want that, I don't want to look weak.Who am I? What do I want? If only I could answer those questions maybe then I would feel better. I am stuck in an era that isn't mine, in a situation that isn't mine. I am prisoner of what they call happiness. How can they pretend I am happy?Nothing is wrong and nothing is right. I just don't belong where I have landed. My heart is bleeding. Bleeding because I am loved and I am unable of loving the ones that love me.''
A tree to cutHe was looking through the frosted window of his living room and the scene that it revealed wasn't much interesting. The wind was so strong and the snow was flying from south to north reducing the visibility to the maximum; as much as he couldn't even see the house of his neighbor across the street. It had been like that for the last couple days as he just got out to shovel his roof again to make sure the house would remain a safe place to stay. Barely anybody dared to use the streets to leave town but anyway, where would they go since this storm covered a very large perimeter. The bad weather already seemed to be everlasting and there were no sign of even calming down.House was cold as he looked at his fireplace in which fire was more and more rare. He had nothing left to burn after he cut down the two last trees that were in his yard the week before. He was soon to be thinking of walking outside during the night to find some wood to burn…Whoever would own that wood; it was a questi