The spaces we share

unfortunately, we don’t choose them, they don’t choose us either, we end up together although we don’t stand each other, we hold the same titles and we share the same spaces…only to start dreaming in our won outer spaces because we are annoyed by each other’s breath and heartbeat…we are each other’s lifetime mistakes…but aren’t we supposed to be each other’s ¬†supporters …we say they changed…maybe they did… maybe we did…we can’t tell for real…but we will always share the spaces though…

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living/surviving

living is a must in my religion….living is a blessing that’s what we¬†are thought…but sometimes you can’t fight back the darkness of the sorrow that surrounds you and you decide to let it indulge you…. to let it be you…

once you reach that point you move from living to surviving…surviving is only conditioned by the number of our breaths….by keeping our eyes wide open…

 

What we all know…

we all know the ending…however it never fails to tear us apart …although we know that no matter happens we will end up there…graved…surrounded by the darkness that recedes …we grief …we think about the imaginary conditions that could have changed something…neglecting one fact…we can’t change a thing…