I’ve been thinking of love…. I mean, I’ve been thinking if love is something, or if you prefer a feeling, which is building or happens from nothing to everything.
When I say a feeling to be built I image a house, not an apartment, ‘cause in my opinion a house is a construction much more personal than an apartment… so you know, someone putting the cornerstone to start what it is going to be a house and after that a brick by brick, working hard like a dog and as soon as possible start building the ceiling.
Okay, here you have a house, at least we have all the structure, it’s not beautiful, but it’s possible to live there and while the time is running out you can change something here, there, everywhere.
Maybe love is this way, you and someone else start a conversation, the cornerstone, and then both of you make moves that complete each other move, brick by brick, so it happens an agreement, you decide to make a date and there you have your first kiss, the ceiling. Now you have a house and both must see the details to put the things on the right places, see what it’s working or not to take it or leave it.
Is that love? Or love is this…
You are walking on the streets, or on a bus, or in the college, it doesn’t matter where you, but you are there and you look at someone who hurts, ‘cause he or she is too beautiful or amazing and that point of view hurts you, and you feel, believe in something which makes that girl or boy the person of your live…
Here, love is like a seed which is dropped on land without any person help and after some days, maybe in case of love some hours, a plant start growing naturally, I mean, love happens and you do nothing to this action grows, you can’t control…
Is love a seed? Is love a house? That has been a to be or not to be for 2 months.
June, 26, 2011
With half of my heart, I can move half of a mountain, with half of my heart I can choose sickness or health, baby. Half of my heart can only do one or the other, half of my heart’s got one eye on myself. Half of my heart loves FedEx packages, next day Memphis Air. Half of my heart feels round on the bed, sheds a tear when it finds that you’re not there. But I get by, I get by. I know what I need, and I don’t like the time in between. With the wondering, the questioning, of what’s it gonna take. I know what I need, so I just give it to myself, but I’m bored of that. I want some love to come my way.
Some words I don’t expect to say: I want to fall asleep at 11 o’clock PM, leave a room key at the front desk for them, they can slip inside at 2 in the morning when their flight lands, package lost, but it’s now in their hands. Tired, and all I hear is the ch-ch, door opens up, slide into bed, put your hands all over me. Be the only thing I can’t out-smart in my life. Be the only thing I didn’t see coming. Cause I see everything coming, I see everything coming, be the only thing I never saw coming.
If you believe, at some point, you will get to use your heart to the best of its ability, I want you to sing along with me.” —Best fuckin’ speech ever. Well, one of them cause we all know there are tons of them. <3 but this is fuckin’ powerful. (via eatsleepjohnmayer)