TWISTED IN MY SOLITUDE

Now I'll explain. Basically I find tenderness in the most absurd things and 
I feel affection even for those I almost don't even know. maybe because I empathize, because I'm fantastic. who knows. 
nd it's not a passing thing, maybe I happen to see those people after some time or that I happen to think and hope that everything is all right, that they have in life not what they want but what can make them feel good. 
Sometimes it's enough for me to know just a few things about certain people and I end up imagining what it would be like to be able to do something about them for them and see the joy in their eyes. 
Other times I think of picking up and leaving to see them there 
walking around their city and running towards them, I imagine them surprised as they say to me "what are you doing here?" 
"I wanted to see you, to spend time with you, to feel close to you, 
to make sure that this day can be good for you". I go around social media or shops and think "ah he'd love this like crazy" and then I think I'm crazy to think that I haven't even exchanged a word with that person. 
I don't know if it might seem creepy to someone, but I still try to keep it mostly to myself. 
Fantasizing about millions of events that I will never do with these people maybe while listening to a song and looking in the mirror or while I'm in bed and looking at the ceiling.

TRIPPING

If you take a toad, you put it in a pot with water and bring it to the fire, you will observe an interesting thing: the toad adapts to the temperature of the water and stays in there and continues to adapt to the increase in temperature, however when the water comes to the point of boiling the toad would like to jump out of the pot but would not be able to because he is too tired due to the efforts he has made to adapt to the temperature. Some would say what killed the toad was boiling water … what killed the toad was his inability to decide when to jump out. So stop adapting to the wrong people, abusive relationships, parasitic friends and many other situations that “heat you up”. If you continue to adapt, unfortunately, you run the risk of “dying” inside. Jump out while you have time.
I have been wandering in nowhere for too long, I have fallen into the maelstrom of my thoughts, futile desires, fantastic illusions. This distance separates the bodies and not the heart, I miss you, God if you are missing, we were a beautiful but misunderstood painting, we were alive, a painting so full of meaning, we were color, strengths and weaknesses, warm tones. The reality is that I have become a clochard of emotions, a walking cliché, I feed on the few crumbs that remain of a sworn, pure and raw love, the reality is that I beg for empty, forced smiles, but even if they are false they make me alive, or better, I survive. My world has become cold, apathetic, meaningless. Maybe I am exaggerated, yes, how can you think certain things? Can a feeling really affect our life? Can it really kill a man? YES. Love is a fucking mental addiction, love is you. I’m still wandering in the void, but I know that only you can save me somehow .. Your eyes are streets, your lips my city ..Let me go home .
This heart cried until it went dry,
These knuckles bleed, they gave it all,
These legs ran to the moon,
To show these eyes just how hard it is,
And this world only spins by inertia,
But if you stay here tonight maybe it will be different
These stars say "look but don't touch"
This sky does not speak to us but it makes us scream.
It's one of those days when I embroider black sheets,
we levitate among thoughts and avoid the most sincere,
maybe we deserve to look lighter.

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