Building and the lost of ourselves

We do our best, don’t we?
We build so muc,h hoping to get some money, every day struggling for a piece of paper, dirty and smelly.

We build so much, we’re crushing our head in the reach of a living.
All this walls are falling down and no money is left, ’cause we’ve already known from the beginning that it was not coming around.

It’s other business we’re working for, and those faces are only getting bigger and older and smarter. I can’t explain the whole world that all this working is useless in the end: there are people better than I am.

So I keep on building and crossing fingers, all this wall hiding the Sun.
And no one is left to build my heart.

Silence killer

Never ever live in silence.
Everybody can hurt you when you’re silent.
Scream out loud, let your life be an eternal cry.
Let everybody know your alive, moving in the time-line.
I hold you tight ’cause I can see your light,
you’re so beautiful I can’t express..
my feelings in your hand.

Positive

Every try I give,

I miss the target.

I’m still here,

so I’ll try again.

Soon or later

I’m sure enough,

I’ll be able once

to hit the mark.

I love myself..I believe

I’m happy to be  me because I’m honest with myself, because I like my thoughts.

Sometimes I really keep me good company .

The thing is.. when someone’s always by your side no matter what, what you feel?

So, I’m grateful I ‘m still in one piece.

Look at me, I’ve been through some holes to hell!

I faced my fears, I’m still looking back from time to time, but what to do with something you never chose?

You don’t choose to lose someone, you don’t choose when the grim is going for a visit, it comes!

I’m on my feet and I’m in good company,I have love and I have to stop with these fears of loss.

I felt abandoned in my childhood, but to lose in these days that’s a different kettle of fish.

I’m fine, I have a dream, I need a project, everybody needs, to go on.

I’m writing every time I can and obviously it’s a hard thing to do, ’cause it’s like the universe notices it sending me distractions every minute.

I’m stubborn with this purpose, I’ll do it.

Don’t worry! I’m writing the story in italian, I know my english is good enough just to communicate, not to write really!

If a day, maybe, let me dream… It will score, maybe you’ll read it.

 

 

Omnipotence signs, writer syndrome

37 pages. a list of people all come from my mind and I have to remember them!

They’re starting to live on their own, their past coming to life while I type as I’m possessed by them.

So I’m starting to love them, looking forward to reach the end.

I’m drowning in all the doubts about my incompetence.

I’m positive I’ll finish this story of them, those people life come to life because of me.

I really don’t know what I’ll do after, but I’m enjoying the journey, we’ll see the destination.

I have a world in this ass-head of mine, not sure it could be appreciated, but I’m surprised myself when I look at that.

Thinking about omnipotence, writer syndrome.

 

just wanted to write some new pages !

too tired to even think about my thoughts.

no much writing today.

Lara and Robin will wait ’til tomorrow.

I have so much in mind and so many people stealing my time.

chocolate is the answer and some good reading.

hope I will be able to keep on writing tomorrow.

so true: never say a word about your project… seems the world is moving in, to stay.