Everywhere I go, there's a love song
There will be no love song public.
change was easy, as if I had ever done. But they are not changed, not much.
I find it to perfection in lone wolf, maybe I will always flock, a flock, herd, and just (... yes.)
I feel small, not young, just small. Unable to do great things. What the film is the only returnee who has not married, what the eyes External seems to have wanted to try other things in life, that different. The one who insists on wearing ripped jeans, even if it knows "that the eighties are over for a long time", who dresses as still happens even if it is ridiculous, and perseveres with his hair uncombed and his shirt, but only if it remains outside jeans.
I see I, I, in the habit lazy, raised just enough to meet old classmates and find them inconclusive and unfinished, but apparently made at work and in children, in the things that I did not choose and I .
I see regularly write to my former lovers, who knows yet how many times in the future, hoping or pretending they do not have it with me anymore.
I see, now, to get Forty years with the disarray of my selfishness yet twenty.
I fear reflected in the eyes of every one of them, you, others, anyone else from which it is hard to claim a relationship that goes beyond the average, while the thin lair of love strong regret that I held for my friends past.
I regret having given that the first and only kiss, because it was the goodbye that I had not the courage to make otherwise.
I burned so many things among which I could at least save time.
In other words, a person I feel gloomy and black, and I'm not surprised if this was on average much more gloomy is not seen as a problem. It is no longer a problem to be dystonic, it is not longer a problem for me. It does not hurt, so live not even the darkest moments. Do not bother me.
I see myself as an old man (of course, male) gruff, easy stereotype of short stories or films '50 / '60, ready to melt, and love, if you like, but tend to be closed and completely self-sufficient and self-contained. They are practically given up the idea of being in nature, clearly unable to select souls really in touch with me, but over time it is also not a worry, because in the meantime I have also learned to enjoy what I have, although it is not just everything that I wanted.
and 'human well surrender.
Today, exit early from work, I opted for the sunshine of my little balcony, to warm and dry a little 'nose from the terrible cold that made me dizzy and unable to conclude something at the office.
It's not PMS, it's me.
Half of my plants is gone, half has done it.
Well, exactly.
