broken dreams and broken hearts, the perfect storm

***

I don't believe in winter, everyday is snowing something in the world.
Perhaps the mediocrity is exhausted of trying too much attention, and you feel the cold.


to dream about something is an adventure.
A blind journey that you accepted because you don't know anything.

to love someone is an adventure,
a journey that you want because you think that you know everything.

and here the words cry, informally, like a snap in your face (my face)

**

who are you?
what you think are you doing with all this crown in your face?
don't worry, he just wants attention and is trying stupids ryhmes!
Yes, he is is crazy! yes he is drunk!

there's nothing that you can say to me tonight.
enjoying the moment, enjoying my discovery,
like a 10 years old boy discovering that the rocket flies

I broke you heart, but be sure
you took mine with you
just a piece of crap, like you, we are
why we need these things?

*

Johnny here thinking the world was round, quiçá, there's four fingers
but why you want the earth little boy?