I've just finished Silent Hill Origins, thinking that the end was not as good as i thought but at the same time how much i loved the video game, full of happy silly feelings of victory i go to my living-rom and take a look outside the window, and start to listen my mp3 cd missing my cellphone losted two nights ago. My stomach squeeze, "Come here boy" starts to sound, i light up a cigarrete thinking that im going to go to bed in a few minutes, it always feels so good when im particularly listening this song, the fire start to create a thought of what i think it would be my possible orgasm in the future, and the smoke hide the face that i don't even know yet, consumes the love that im feeling full of hope that i unconsciously know it will never be.
I get out of the silence, i need to think in something else, the forgetful noise that calms me down and holds the dam, about to brake and drown my soul. Voices, chats, people, why my mates are not calling me right now, oh right, i don't have my cellphone anymore, i need to go to the beach, and i need another cigarrete, and god i need to get this song out of my head, start to gets cold, winter is coming, finally, i hug my self with my whool jacket and try to warm up with success.
Im at the beach now, aaaah the beach, this sound relaxes me, no matter how much i don't like sand, the song is out of my head, and your face fade aways with the waves, Blanket is on my thoughts now, i need to think in a Skunk Anansie song or a Stereophonics song, Radiohead to sink in my never ending depression just like a 15 years old kid who desperatly calls for a little attention... it feels right, somehow, i know its right, i shoul not be so complicated about it, or insecure, i wish i could believe in psychologists at this moment, i hate to analize me so well, and then i remember that i don't like that word, hate, is really sad, it would be so sad if i would have to lie to my self, im not insecure, i don't have dramas, im happy and laughing all the time... I need to go to my house now, have to work tomorrow.
I get out of the silence, i need to think in something else, the forgetful noise that calms me down and holds the dam, about to brake and drown my soul. Voices, chats, people, why my mates are not calling me right now, oh right, i don't have my cellphone anymore, i need to go to the beach, and i need another cigarrete, and god i need to get this song out of my head, start to gets cold, winter is coming, finally, i hug my self with my whool jacket and try to warm up with success.
Im at the beach now, aaaah the beach, this sound relaxes me, no matter how much i don't like sand, the song is out of my head, and your face fade aways with the waves, Blanket is on my thoughts now, i need to think in a Skunk Anansie song or a Stereophonics song, Radiohead to sink in my never ending depression just like a 15 years old kid who desperatly calls for a little attention... it feels right, somehow, i know its right, i shoul not be so complicated about it, or insecure, i wish i could believe in psychologists at this moment, i hate to analize me so well, and then i remember that i don't like that word, hate, is really sad, it would be so sad if i would have to lie to my self, im not insecure, i don't have dramas, im happy and laughing all the time... I need to go to my house now, have to work tomorrow.
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beuna entrada loco, llegar a la depre con radiohead, o stereophonics debe ser la raja xD me gusta la melancolia, me gusta sentirme, relajado, y pensar en la vida saludos.
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