Stuck in an attempt to serenade Only, words won’t flow… Why? Because the sight of her leaves me speechless Only soft spoken melody comes to mind As a search for thought turns to instinctual embrace Are we but one thought? One sentence? A word? Whisper? Truer words are left unsaid Fore the feeling is stronger than what language can comprehend But still like a fool caught in a moment of flushed face an attempt has been made. To say… I love you…
Good night…
As the solitude of the mind breaks the silence of the night, the solice of the night gives way to thoughts of lonely romantics and heavy hearts… Must we bathe in our own self loathing? Or should we seek signs of hope for a soul search giving way? To be a lover or a manequin as cold as the steel knife piercing scarred tissue of a heartbroken drifter. Set free the dreams of future lovers and past mistakes fore we are those who though more deserving see tears more than true devotion. Only the test of time will see to the happiness of a romanticizer and the piece of his heart lost in a world of damnation and pain. Seek love no more…
Let’s face it, we all have those nights when the music is bumpin as hard as it gets and we’re ready to FSU and when all is said and done the night ends knowing you made a memory… This is your story.
I always wonder why things seem more gray when i lose sight of what i want… Until my brain stops overthinking things i weigh outcomes like judgement to a sinner… I choose inaction when i truly want to take a chance.
Two of the most meaningful phases of my life, now on my skin forever.
Made by Bruno Torres, from Estúdio Torres - Rio de Janeiro/Brazil.
I THINK WE ALL DO THIS AT SOME POINT!!!! HAHAHA
Dear You,
I always thought death was something beautiful and mysterious, like the dark side of the sun, the sadness in a stranger’s face, or a deer in the middle of the night. Death used to scare me, but ever since I became suicidal, I just see it as a foreign country I’m visiting. I hope death…
