Take.Me.Anywhere

Fear is what I mostly feel He said something I could not predict Not to accept him as mine  He could in a second fly by. So I question: Why saying something like that Making me feel  This weirdness inside. I'd prefer not standing here, In this position, Definitely not clear. I wish I could have a prediction. And now I can simply assure, Only a thing to those. Fly away now, Or someday it is their turn.

Hello everyone. I am asking myself a question it has been always hanging around.  How do you know you really do feel what you are feeling?  What if is just the feeling of feeling something? The wanting of feeling something, that is so big it makes you believe you do feel it for real? How do you know it's love what you're feeling, nor just a wanting for feeling love in order to have love? How do you know it is a real feeling?

We met the way people want to. The chance transformed in reality, the combine alternative ways that had become a one-way-go. We met through destiny and destiny was waiting for us. Different worlds yet united by a dark pureness, a slight tremendous craziness. But definitely the right one. Our worlds may say, are land of no one, lost in a conscience ready to be defeated  by the subconscience. The dreams say it all, the in sleep and awake, a confused dimension full of the traumatized conscience, that tries to run from reality. Away from each other by time and space, away from distance, away from lifes, but not away in heart. We imagine a future where only faith can tear us apart, a misery not created by us, a sequence of events performed by a third force. Our two different worlds remain in a single and unique universe.  There the stars shine while they are alive. For you my dear Adriaan.

Hello guys, here is 2h45 am and as usual I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, so I was just putting things up straight, seeing my last good memories of the previous day and it was me having a good time at a soccer stadium with my family, me my sister my grandpa and uncle. And right in the second my brain told me "this exactly memory it would be the one you're going to remember when you no longer have this grandpa in life" and I just wanted that memory to go away! Vanish it from the eventually if not having my grandpa anymore! I just wanted to appreciate that memory in peace but it was not possible. And the worst part is that my brain is right, I'm gonna see that memory in days of that time, when my grandpa will not be here anymore.

You people need to stop acting as nothing had happen, like you didn't hurt me. Just assume it and act like it, no you can't just do what you did and move on like you and I could be friends. Just get a position. Get it straight. Or we or we don't talk, no it cannot be "we talk whenever I feel the need to" things are just not like that. Or you want it our you don't.