There are nights like this. Nights when you sit in
your old, woody chair listening to sad, love songs. You are calm and a little bit drunk but deep
inside your soul something’s not ok. You know for a while that love infected
your wounded heart. HAHA. Do you think that love knocks at your door and begs
for acceptance? Love is harsh. Love is a
mother fucking beast. But God that beast…
If love is the beast, well
missing someone is the leash that holds it, and nothing in the world makes a
beast angrier than a leash. The lack of freedom to express itself.
We always associate these creatures with evilness,
ugliness, fear. The only truth in this is the mystery. Smart people know about
their real existence, stupid ones don’t and the luckiest ones find them. Actually,
the fact is, that the best ones are among us, walking freely, making our lives
better…making our lives. We intend to kill them, to ruin ourselves. I, myself,
have been found by my beast a while ago and I fucking love it. It’s my closest
companion. Thank God I didn't get a puppy.
But letting that aside, I
miss her. I try to write but my self-control is gone. I feel lost. I think I’m losing my mind but I
have to carry on. I have to endure this torment. I have to pass the night. But
it’s so hard… Every night becomes worse than the one before and every second
that passes leaves scars on my heart. I need to heal! I need to pass the night!
I need to see that light!...
My love! If
you see this, come save me, please! I need to feel that heat, cuz it’s too cold
and I’m alone. And if you search you’ll find me here, stuck, waiting for my
half. Don’t be scared! Go further and be amazed by greatness. Walk slowly, run
faster… stop for a moment and enjoy. Come closer! The light is fading slowly.
You are so close. In 5 more steps you find me and you know… We’re not gonna
leave this soon. We are deep inside my beast.
And as the creature rises
and looks up at the sky, it knows that world’s a jungle and it’s the lion now.
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