VIVE TU VIDA COMO QUIERAS QUE SE RECUERDE, NO COMO QUIERAS QUE SE IMAGINE.

jueves, 12 de mayo de 2011

Outsider

What's the point of fighting for glory when glory doesn't belong to you?

What's the point of looking for tomorrow when tomorrow is no longer available due to network dead?

Tell me how I'm supposed to bring you the horizon, how I'm supposed to feel the bliss, the joy of living, if what I want is not even an option, if where I want to be is almost an idilic place; if who I love is so far away that he's no longer available.

Tell me how to live when I wake up in the morning and I feel nothing but emptiness.

I am an outsider of my own life.