“To be alive at all is to have scars. ” ..
Listen to the silence here outside.
You will find the reason maybe, the reason of my madness.
Listen to the silence, listen please.
Feel the cold air of this winter, feel the sad bird flying by your side.
You don’t have to know it all.
You don’t need to fix my soul.
Just stand right there, in the middle of the night, and listen.
Time is not your friend in the land of the desperate.
Listen to the silence, listen to the wind.
We are so alone, even with millions of people living in this world.
We walk, we live, we like the happy face, but at the end we are so afraid.
Afraid of the darkness, of the loneliness, we are afraid of not to be happy.
And we forget to love, to just be there, to breath the nothingness of the morning sun.
Listen to the silence, listen to your own thoughts.
Sometimes we need to learn how to be alone.
And then we will understand all those who cry for no r
eason at all.
And all the forgotten words will teach you how to love.
And there will be too many days where everything will be black and white.
Just don’t go.
Life is not your friend in the land of the desperate.
Listen to the silence, listen to the pain.
You don’t have to know it all….just listen.