Let It Die

Let it die and get out of my mind, we don’t see eye to eye or hear ear to ear. Don’t you wish that we could forget that kiss? And see this for what it is: that we’re not in love.

The saddest part of a broken heart isn’t the ending so much as the start.

It was hard to tell just how I felt to not recognize myself. I started to fade away and, after all, it won’t take long to fall in love: now I know what I don’t want, I learned that with you.

The saddest part of a broken heart isn’t the ending so much as the start.

The tragedy starts from the very first spark: losing your mind for the sake of your heart. The saddest part of a broken heart isn’t the ending so much as the start.

- Feist

This is when we say goodbye

needle in the hay

Madox: I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read so much into hardly anything at all.

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“Oh, você”, dizia Bessie. “Você é apenas um sátiro gasto. Não sabe o significado da paixão. Quando tem uma ereção, pensa que está apaixonado.”
“Muito bem, talvez isso não seja paixão… mas não se pode ficar apaixonado sem ter uma ereção, não é verdade?”

-Trópico de Câncer, Henry Miller

When

Ran out of cigarettes. You check the clock, 2h54 am. Slowly, you take your coat from the bed and grab your wallet. You yawn and your eyes get teary while you wait for the lift. Funny. You weren’t sleepy. Downstairs, you have to face the doorkeeper. You always get embarrassed thinking “should I say hello again?”, “I just met him three hours ago”, “but if not, what should I say?”, until it’s too late to think of anything else and you end up saying an awkward hello just a bit too late.

Outside, it’s rather silent. There’s always a dog barking somewhere or car engines or a pair of drunks. But, tonight, it’s interestingly silent. The 24-hour bar is on the other corner, with it’s unpleasant fluorescent light shining in the blurred distance. Maybe you should wear your glasses more often. Walking down the street, you pass in front of a closed restaurant. In the place where they put the litter during the day, there is now a warm, repulsive smell of rotting.

You enter the bar, trying not to observe the people there. You’re focused on getting the cigarettes. Maybe a beer too.

That’s when.

I was
Waiting for you
I was
Standing around
I was
Getting Older
I was
Going Down
If you always get up late
You’ll never be on time
If you always make it after work
ba ba dada after work
Oh the day never comes
and I stand up
Waiting on
I saw you down there
I know you were tired
I saw you
You looked like a swimmer
I wanna be with you
All of the time
Why can’t you satisfy
You look good
but you sound better
you were the best I had
If you always get up late
You’ll never be on time
If you always get up late
You’re never gonna be on time
And that’s a shame
Cause I like you
I never see you.

If you wanna be my friend
You want us to get along
Please do not expect me to
Wrap it up and keep it there
The observation I am doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanour
But one of us misread…
And what do you know
It happened again

A friend is not a means
You utilize to get somewhere
Somehow I didn’t notice
friendship is an end
What do you know
It happened again

How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it’s up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?

What do you know
It happened again
What do you know