#2
1:37 Dec 20th, 2011 | 17 notes
She has this old wooden trunk full of memories right behind her bed. She comes back in time again and again as if it was her own drug against all the broken dreams that follow her in those midnights spent alone. Every memory is perfectly tagged, so she’s able to find the right one for the instant she’s passing through or the feeling she wants to be eaten by. In her mess, she found the control that everyone knows she can’t find in her life. What anyone knows is, in that old wooden trunk, covered by a nostalgic weekend by the sea, there’s this little box. This little empty box she hasn’t decided yet what it is for. It has your name on the lid. The problem is that she isn’t clear about if it is for all the times that are coming or for the absence of those that weren’t and won’t be ever. From a time to now, every night, she watches that tiny box in silence, wondering what will be the answer to its enigma.
well, let's be honest: if you're here for perfection, I'd gently ask you to leave. because she isn't. she is the kind of people who senses her life through every single cell of her body and has the uncontrollable desire to write about it and let the world answer if it has felt the same way ever. wherever she can, whenever she is able to. every single word is a raindrop of her very own storm, and you have to understand it. because, well: she's left behind her name and her language in order to scape from her body. it's about feelings, here - feelings, words and emotions. nothing more, nothing less. she'd try to be the whisper in your ear that tells you you should meet that girl on the front seat in the metro because of the stories she's hiding behind her lips or maybe that boy reading kafka because he makes your world spin a lot faster. she is here writing in english because she wants to leave her identity behind, like superman - yeah, she feels kinda superman sometimes. she thinks this is gonna give her some kind of freedom. maybe that's her main problem: the anxiousness for freedom she can't get rid of.
the grammar is gonna be wrong, the spelling incorrect, the vocabulary insufficient. but this is not about words, but words. so, I beg you to take a seat and some cups of coffee. promise me you're gonna listen to her carefully - neither me or she, we won't ask for anything else.
