Some things will never change...

I guess they won`t...but it really hurts, when you really need them to change...
when you have to try to be alive and breathe,
when you believe that love goes somewhere else and it stops...
Love is a recycleable asset.

Last night, on the train;
minding my own business
I saw a shadow wearing big glasses,
a non matched colorful shirt
and probably listening to some stupid music as stepping above the sun.

I thought that whatever it was, it needed my help.
I tried to chase it and start a conversation.
I went crazy...
just because I found out that I was looking at myself,
with no mirror, no image, no sound, no voice...
with the art of introspection I appreciated myself and I figured that,
there`s a lot more inside us, than what we can handle even.

I laughed, because I sensed the fact that something or somebody was starring at me.
Maybe my conditional condition of being aware of things, when I`m actually not,
and the feeling of loneliness and unforgiven love all over my heart.
Do I have one?
Sometimes when I think too much.

Things do not change for my belief, they evolve;
like art;
into stupid art,
into the unbelieveable one,
maybe into the unrealistic...
just like love...



Later...