make sense

take a deep breath and dive.
wouldn't that be nice
would it not be perfect in its simplicity
wouldn't you just like that?

that bitter taste on the tip of your tongue,
that constant headache that won't subside,
the gut wrenching fear circling you,
that scream you've just stifled
or the way your wrists burn
because the rope finally cut into the flesh.
I wish I could tell you it's all in your head
but we both know I'd be lying.

scattered is an understatement
and at this point
metaphors don't do much for the soul
so why bother?
why try and make sense of it all
when sanity is clearly at stake
and the weather man is forecasting hailstorms?

because ego is stupid like that
and sheer stubbornness trumps the preservation instinct.

"we mortals are but shadows and dust"

for we are filled with butterflies
and this life doesn't come back twice
no second thoughts should cloud our mind
we'll have it all,
we'll kiss and fight,
we'll swear, we'll smile, we'll run and hide
but we will never be denied.
this life is ours for the taking
and if you think that I'm mistaking
then run along inside your box
just close it tight and turn the lock.
leave us be to feel, to dance,
to dream of colors and romance,
to make mistakes, to fear, to cry,
to learn to love and say goodbye,
to question everything and try
to do it all in this short life
for we are made of butterflies...

joc 2

ca să umplem goluri
construim scări
de la unul la celălalt,
de la mine spre tine,
de la zero la infinit,
între soare si ploaie,
între lumină și umbră,
între nadir și zenit.