Behind Silence
Behind every eyes there's already an image. Behind every ears there's already a sound. Behind every fact... there's already a thought as behind the present there's a past.
We still live inside ourselves after so many generations... crouching under the truth of life, disappearing in love dreams and giving everything in exchange to survive another day... probably not because we love life but because we are more affraid of death.
Young or Old, we both share the same deceptions.
A kid is sad for not getting a candy as an old man who got loads of candies is getting sad for not being able to taste them. Happy or Sad, it's seems to be a mood which defines the moment... you just can't be happy if you never got sad and you can't be sad if you never got happy. Yeah here in the middle of life... the mood is random... just a matter of time as life could have been just a matter of mood but it's not... unfortunately and here lay our worries again.
When your horizons are on fire, your mind is still confused in the labyrinth of desires, the dawns hunt the darkness of your endless nights and all your nightmares collapse... one morning. You fall in love just because you saw her shoulders crossing your deepest thoughts and left a scar in your consicence. And then you fucking wake up like you just had a miracle in your sleep. She may be your neighbour, your classmate, your roommate or the woman you had never seen before. It's time to fall in love and when it's time to fall in love there is no chance to escape. Have it you mad man!
Love story. Now you feel ready to give and recieve. You spread your arms at every blowing breeze hoping she would come and drown in your hug as a drop of rain that you squeeze in your fist. Your heart sings as never and your lungs walls are getting painted with her skin's perfume. It looks like you got all the abbilities to prove you can handle the Earth but often a woman's heart means more than the Earth. That's love! The impossibillity to show how much you can do for her but always keep staying persevering.
Beyond love there's the hasard. Beyond life there's always another life as beyond present there's the future. Beyond the future there's silence... and behind that silence we stay hidden forever!