When it's paining we feel like dressing off this muscles, skin, these bloody clothes...
When it's paining we just wanna run, run and keep running;
When it's paining we just wanna close the doors.. all of them... isolate ourselves in a dark and silent room;
We just wanna lay down and sleep... sleep forever, maybe this way the pain goes...
This sensation is like living in an endless winter, endless night, endless rain...
It's like being a lost child in the war, corpses everywhere, blood everywhere, bombs blasting everything around us, screams, noises, tears...
As if every way would lead you to the despair... the loneliness...
So we contemplate the face of the death and this face becomes the most beautiful we've ever seen on earth!
And suddently the doors to freedom just open, few steps ahead, what a wondeful vision!
Being "strong"? Keep moving on? It's not about just ignoring the world and closing the eyes to the pain, to the sadness. We can't just not look or not feel. There's a whole story behind the tears, a shattered soul under the skin, a rotten heart that pulses so weak... Actually i believe that "being strong" is something like be able to let go the pain while life goes slowly in blood, in pills, in a rope...
Are we strong enough to keep a promisse of meeting someone in the heaven?
Oh are you asking about "god" and his "mercy" and "love"? Well he doesn't care, I don't care, let's just don't care together...
SALTY KISSES!
Jay
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