Δευτέρα, 23 Μαρτίου 2015
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And if I go, will you remember me?
Ένας φίλος με ρώτησε πρόσφατα "Γιατί προτιμούμε να μείνουμε μόνοι μας ενώ θέλουμε να έχουμε ένα σύντροφο?"
Darling, I'm in the dark as much as you are.
And I really don't have the answers.
Maybe, although we learned how to get hurt, nobody ever taught us how to heal and move on from that.
An endless sea of hurt creatures, willing to dream but unwilling to believe.
Wanting to feel but unable to open up.
We belong to a generation that grew up playing in the dirt, scratching knees and elbows and yet we won't leave the damn car and walk to the περίπτερο.
We used to organize our Saturday night from Friday, arrange the time and place to meet and wouldn't panic if the other person was 5 minutes late. Now, we feel uncomfortable standing somewhere waiting for someone so we sink our heads and type in endless messages "Are you coming? I'm here!! Where are you?!?!"
If saying "I love you" or scratch that, let's not go that deep even; If we say "I care about you" and that makes people scared? God have mercy on us.
We're just a bunch of ungrateful scared fuckers that have it coming.