quarta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2010

Escape, por mim

I kept running,
not knowing what I was hiding myself from.
But I really got scared of my supposed 'safe place',
When I realized there is no escape for ourselves.
I have no idea of what's real or not.
I live in an awake nightmare, with moments of dreams.

So I sleep to forget. To regain my strength. To be at peace.
But I feel very strange and exausted in my dreams,
And I wake up tired [like I've been awake the all time],
and peace becomes merelly a word,
that any state of mind reaches.
Anything but absency
 - Total absency of feelings,
    thoughts or taste.
A punctual and short period of apathic behaviour
sooths me. -
I don't know what to do,
or what I do for the rest of the time.