- What a vicious gratitude you bring here my little one, you pay kisses with blood, and gifts with sorrow... What is in your heart my precious one that makes you hate me above everything?
- ... you think everyone is like you, you can't see farther than your nose, quit bugging me, quit harresing me, go look somewhere else, someone else.
- Your mouth says something completely different than your soul, both are speaking but I choose to listen to the last one.
- ... go away, just go away and never come back, can´t you just understand? I don´t love you and I'll never will.
- That is your broken heart, your fears speaking not you. But if that is your wish, who am I to change the flow of a river, even if it goes to crash on the rocks? Enough is enough. Take care.
An he left with a wound in his chest, the first and last in this battle, he felt strong though and the injury easily healed, but he was in a situation like never before.
- When I was weak, I knew exactly where to go, what to do... I used to stare hipnotized the road ahead with the conviction of that sooner or later I would reach the horizon. But know, that I am strong enough to walk this path, or any to that case I am clueless, without direction (or with all directions at the same time). - He thought, and he continued as he took off his dark hat and put it under the arm - The path has made me strong, but I don't know... shall I keep walking? this path seems worthless.
And she remained there, with her stale face and cold heart looking at him, with great anger and confusion, like a flame in her last breath, she fought. She was alone, not because she wants to, she is because she does not know how to do otherwise.
This fight was fought before, now I am finally triuphant and victory tastes rather bitter.
After all, we are just children pretending to know.
- ... you think everyone is like you, you can't see farther than your nose, quit bugging me, quit harresing me, go look somewhere else, someone else.
- Your mouth says something completely different than your soul, both are speaking but I choose to listen to the last one.
- ... go away, just go away and never come back, can´t you just understand? I don´t love you and I'll never will.
- That is your broken heart, your fears speaking not you. But if that is your wish, who am I to change the flow of a river, even if it goes to crash on the rocks? Enough is enough. Take care.
An he left with a wound in his chest, the first and last in this battle, he felt strong though and the injury easily healed, but he was in a situation like never before.
- When I was weak, I knew exactly where to go, what to do... I used to stare hipnotized the road ahead with the conviction of that sooner or later I would reach the horizon. But know, that I am strong enough to walk this path, or any to that case I am clueless, without direction (or with all directions at the same time). - He thought, and he continued as he took off his dark hat and put it under the arm - The path has made me strong, but I don't know... shall I keep walking? this path seems worthless.
And she remained there, with her stale face and cold heart looking at him, with great anger and confusion, like a flame in her last breath, she fought. She was alone, not because she wants to, she is because she does not know how to do otherwise.
This fight was fought before, now I am finally triuphant and victory tastes rather bitter.
After all, we are just children pretending to know.
