Anything For You...

... tudo começa pelas reticências, é claro quando a ideia ou que o que se quer dizer não é tão simples quanto eu queria que fosse, simples o bastante para se ter uma conversa descente e falar claramente, agora reticências pode dizer, pense o que quiser...

Me volto a minha indiferença de não ser clara, me proponho o sarcasmo por pura diversão, me torno cruel por ocasião, realmente sou má por querer e escolher ser assim, só não entendo porque apesar de todo o meu esforço o meu "tanto faz" não me convence... No fundo eu só quero dizer desculpe... desculpe por querer ser assim, desculpe por fazer isso com você, eu não queria sentir (com toda franqueza), mas não posso evitar essa culpa que sinto pelo seu momentâneo estado de desolação. Eu queria poder fazer realmente alguma coisa por você, dizer o sinto que deveria dizer, mas não consigo deixar de ser indiferente, simplesmente por ter me acostumado a agir assim, mesmo sabendo que eu posso acabar te magoando...

Acabo de chegar a conclusão de que estou escrevendo isso para justificar aquilo que vou continuar a ser, e isso não faz sentido algum...

Ps: Vislumbres de um passado distante.

DEJECT

     Preface

Dead

    Unlike every word I ever said was, that was the most cruel and liberating already been told ever, all the suffering and disillusionment were leaving, but all the hopes and dreams too. For all that time if all what was said and seen nothing but the gray area, nothing was black or white, no more, everything was stuck on a pure point of insignificance. The fog that covered the horizon out there was life in a state of transition, the clouds would pass and show the sunrise or the storm could reach once and then show the true face of the whole. That was the real moment, and all we wanted was Eduardo have been more honest with everyone, he would have been altruistic but it was not his nature, never was, even though he tries to be everything he wanted he would have to achieving and at times it was just dropped by egoism, he knew he had been selfishness and nothing else, even if others think the contrary he knew the truth of his actions, it was what it was and that's not going to change, ever dumb even when he himself thought to have changed. And in the end all what was left was his own loneliness which he had created, was the best way to finish what he had begun.
    The road ahead was long, too long however he was not afraid, that was his destiny and he would do nothing to change it.