Another sleepless night

Another sleepless night, as she felt the painful emptiness that haunted her. Perhaps a cigarette would be enough to relax and give her body a breach to give in and rest. Lately only exhaustion did the trick... She recalled the hours she had spent waiting for that god damn rest, for the moment when her mind would simply give her a break. Music didn't help anymore nor reading.
She knew she had always trouble falling asleep, ever since she was a child, but this was becoming troublesome. This way she would not be able to recover... not as fast as she was wishing for.

Tic tac.... another minute gone by... Tic tac... another hour...

The violins were now soft and gentle, bringing tears to her eyes. Emptiness... Something dark, something cold, something too close to feeling sad. What had she become? Lost in a string, crying over a chord? How many shades of black could she use to paint that moment?

Almost dawn... Tic tac... there is now a shade of blue... Tic tac... all she could hear were the violins trough her headphones...

Finally she started to feel her mind close to exhaustion. She smiled. 'almost there'.... Tic tac...

Worlds apart as they head for a fall

Between breaths she made her resolve.
As she felt the smoke in her lungs everything seemed easier
The music she was listening had set the mood
The cold breeze of the night purified her mind

it was time.

There is the pain you feel and then there is the pain that is inflicted
For once he was responsible for inflicting that pain
For once he had decided to hurt her on purpose
and that was all too much for her to bear
There was no hope now for them to be able to cope

there are things that are simply doomed from the start
how could we ever believe it to be any other way?
how long could they prevent it any further?

Take mind, body and soul
make believe that you actually understand what these are
then throw everything in the garbage together with what you believe to be true
Together with your dreams and hopes

You really don't know anything... and I got tired of trying to explain it

We both had enough, let's stop then... let's call it the end.

Janela

Há lugares que nos prendem
Cheiros que se entranham
Sabores que não se esquecem
Sons que perduram

Há uma janela, lugar de paz
pelo qual entra uma brisa fresca
que solta em mim a saudade,
o desejo, a dor, a alegria

Viajo então pelas noites passadas
que guardam tantas memórias desta vida
noites em que outros grilos cantavam
outros carros passavam

Só a paisagem quase não muda.

Há santuários só nossos
lugares mágicos que só nós desvendamos.

Há este meu quarto branco, com rasgos de cor,
que nas noites de verão me acolhe e me dá paz.
Nele tudo é mais simples, nele tudo é mais fácil
Nele há espaço para sonhar,
nele há vontade de contar...

(noites de verão @Milagres <3)