The other story ...

The story goes …
It could be … but its not.
Will it ever be?
Who cares?
I don’t anymore …

It’s too damn hard, how come it’s so hard?


I had enough of my heart, i'm shutting down …

I’m gona become a nun,
and dance (and sweat) till I have no more water in me for tears …

I’m still gona keep this blog in “honour” of the future, what it could be and the chance of finding you out there … it’s only because I have those things in my heart and I need to let it out, otherwise it would explode, I have no choice, it’s my fucking romantic nature.

But I also have no more hope,
no more faith in finding you,
its over,
I’m done.

I don’t want to feel anymore …