The aftermath of everything that could have been was finally faced in this tale I've created on my own. I must say that it was not so bad at all; thanks to the fact that I spent most of the time worrying about other things very similar in nature but atemporarily misbehaved. I felt the necessity of making evident what I'm sure was present maybe just as a thought, causing probably very different effects. I'm glad to see that even this was forgiven.
By now it's clear that the plans were from now on to have no plan; and that leave me with less to miss even in my mind were some milestones put away still kind of far with the original intention of living them later. Somebody told me a couple of weeks ago that this is about learning to be alone too; to learn that a new promise of the future must come within the welfare truly experienced. On the other hand, I received kind of a "complaint" regarding bad seasons repeating once and again and a sense of exhaustness related to them; which made me think also about what do we call a bad season. The tenderness I felt is obviously something I miss and that's making me fear* again, even I'm also pretty sure this is not what is on the script for me by now.
By this time, I still keep in mind that we live what we are prepared to live; that is useful to cry whenever we need to clean our vision to see what's coming. I repeat this everytime I still feel blue for the past.
By this time, I still keep in mind that we live what we are prepared to live; that is useful to cry whenever we need to clean our vision to see what's coming. I repeat this everytime I still feel blue for the past.
"... Time came as creeping, and time's a loaded gun,
every road is a ray of light,
It goes on, time can only lead you on
still, such a beautiful night..."
* a concise and long explanation regarding fear was posted some time ago
Music by: The Mars Volta [ Vicarious Atonement]