common-paradox:

and I know … I’ll never wake up (by nikolas brummer)

we’ve lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can’t get our mind off. we’re dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say “this is me black on white”. our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. we lie in the high grass watching the clouds, but they are not clouds. this is a lion and that over there is a kissing couple. we put a life and a mind in every little thing we see; these sparks rising towards the sky long to be part of the stars, this branch got mad at our ignorance and wanted to hit us in the knee, our cat is hurt by our absence for the last couple of days and of course it won’t speak to us now. we sit in the car and rest our head against the window as though our lives were a movie and we just departed from our significant other. we prefer the dark because it leaves place for our own imagination; still we are afraid of it. we see things and we try to understand. we don’t live life. we see it, we taste it, we smell it, we hear it, we breathe it … we grasp it with out tiny fingers, trying to hold onto every little second and every flick of an eye. we’re disillusioned from everything that is, but still we feel as if we are the part of something big. we’re never lonely because we constantly share company with our thoughts. we cry and we smile, and we don’t understand so many things. but we try to. we don’t know what we want and who we want to be, but still we walk along the alley knowing with a clear destination set in mind. at the same time we are free like the wind, vibrant as the stormy ocean, tender like the sunrise in the morning and sticky like resin to everything around us.

we’ll never change the way we are, but inside of us, we are changing everyday. and eventually, we are okay with that. because we never know what is ahead of us and we are too curious to feel fear.

souls, written a week ago.

(day fifteen)