.. I’m so empty. Some talk to fill the space within. Some eat. Others listen to music. Maybe hang around with familiar strangers; go to drink and dance. My belly’s so full I don’t feel empty inside. So sleepy, so tired… soo alone.. I’ve turned 19 today. No longer a boy right? Still alone. Still afraid to be loved but oh how much I need somebody to embrace me. How much I want to embrace a girl and protect it. How afraid I am to love.. NO; I’m afraid of not being loved in return. I want to chain a girl and make sure she is mine. Such desperate thoughs are born from my fears. So close with people yet so far away. Don’t go away. I thought we were closer Don’t break my dream. My wish. Blow the candles and hope that all die. Or maybe just me…
I think that living is loving. And true love isn’t just a couple or something. True love is sacrifice. If you try to take love from others to fill your gap then you end up emptier and the others are missing the love you took. If you give love to others though, even if you don’t have love, if you give a piece of you away; you will find yourself more full than before. Loving is giving what you are missing. Love is really beyond logic, it doesn’t make sense, just like life. However, at the end, love is the only thing that remains and the only thing that matters <3
What if Life has no meaning without being meaningless?
What if Life is the meaning?
What if we are meant to be alive?
It may sound obvious but are we really alive?
And if we are not, isn’t it time to become?
I've been thinking a lot this last year. About life and death in a deeper way. I wrote a poem a few months ago inspired by Aurora's love for moths. (Aurora is an amazing singer! Listen to her song "Awakening" if you want) Moth Lifespan so short. Wings so big, so beautiful... Why do you fly? Hey moth, why do you keep rushing to the light? Why don't you just, rest for tonight? Next day I found you still; frozen. I wonder did you die in the dark..? Or did you fall asleep in the light..?