Πέμπτη 27 Μαρτίου 2014

Τρέχει ο χρόνος και εμείς κολλάμε στα πιο απλά πράγματα που μπορούμε να κάνουμε, αλλά σκεφτόμαστε τι θα πεί ο άλλος.Σε λίγα χρόνια ότι και να έχει πεί,εμείς δε θα ζούμε πια εκεί γιατί θα το έχουμε ξεπεράσει.... 


Μεγαλώσαμε πιά.
Δεν έχει κανένα νόημα να κάνεις παρέα με ανθρώπους απο τους οποίους δεν έχεις τίποτα να πάρεις.'Εχουμε ανάγκη απο 
ανθρώπους που ξέρουμε ότι μας λένε την αλήθεια , ακριβώς γιατί δεν έχουνε κανένα λόγο να μας πούν ψέματα.
Όποιος απομακρύνεται απο την αλήθεια , οδεύει προς το θάνατο, τον όποιο θάνατο.


Υπάρχει μια ιστορία πίσω απο κάθε άνθρωπο..... Υπάρχει ένας λόγος γιατί είναι έτσι όπως είναι....


Μια απόφαση είναι όλα ή μένεις εκεί και γυρίζεις γύρω από τον εαυτό σου ή βουτάς και παίρνεις τις απαντήσεις σου... ή τις νέες ερωτήσεις σου..


He realized there was nobody there, from her vacant, lost eyes when she stopped and stared..


Her imagination was feverish. His thoughts were cold.


She wanted him to know something, but she didn’t  want to tell him. So she just let her eyes speak. With words. Without words.


She wasn’t perfect. But then, she wasn’t fake. He wasn’t real. But then, he wasn’t anyone else.


Τετάρτη 26 Μαρτίου 2014

He looked at her with anger, he looked at her with pride. How does it matter, at least he looked at her, all right.


A shade of darkness, a touch of light, moments of laughter, bouts of fight. Those who met them called it love. They called it life.


Her life she hates. Her life she breaks. Only if she ever came to know, his life she makes.


She read him into it. But she couldn’t show him how it works. He thought love weaves its magic only in stories.


He left her with her fate. Little did he know, he was written all over it.


Her destiny was to follow her own freewill. His was to follow her destiny.


Even lost in the darkness / My heart will find you.


He loved her, but he hated her. He missed her, but he thought he was better off without her. He wanted her out of his life, but he never wanted to let her go...