Have you ever felt that life doesn´t care anymore?
I mean not life, because I´m pretty sure I want to live more and more in this planet; but things that happen around you. It´s like nobody cares about you, and you aren´t bound to them, you don´t belong there, or here...or anywhere.
It´s not about self discovering or keeping calm while some things try to happen. It´s about making sense, trying to cause an impact in this f*cking world who doesn´t deserve it.
I´ve already talked about bounds, and actually I just betrayed my beliefs; I do think we´re bounded each person in our life, but in some way these bounds gets weaker some days.
Who am I?, you might be wondering, it´s not usual to find a man sitting alone and talking out loud in a public square, the fount besides me wets me every time I turn my face looking for her, and all the creepy streetsalers started to avoiding me an hour ago.
Yes, I´ve been waiting here, alone, for two hours, and it doesn´t matter, deep inside my soul I believe it worths it. I think any time she will appear in the street with her red dress trying to look calm and angry, just to make me forget how I feel and blowing my mind.
Or, perhaps, she will be here soon, with some skinny jeans and an ugly shirt, just to make me laugh and make me want to take it off from my sight.
Maybe she forgot about the date (I´m completely sure she won´t ever be able to forgetting me) she´s so crazy and high almost all the time that it´s probably the only truth here, well, at least my truth. She´ll say later, when I appear on her room tomorrow night, that I mess up the things, because she never goes wrong, and everybody knows it.
Our bound is stronger than my weakness, our bound makes me stay here, even when the clouds arrives with the threat of rainning. Our bound makes me wanna die right now just to make her stand and note me.
Sometimes all you need is to scream all loud and be crazy, take some water from the fount besides you and wash your face, sometimes you just need to forget about the world and go away.
It´s late and I´m at home, she´s been there in the porche for 3 hours, waiting for me. She looks better than I imagined and fell sleep with some paper in her hands. all that it says is .... Love
