It's a wild world...

It's hard to get by just upon a smile... But after all, it's just the coldest story ever told. Ever heard. You lost your soul to someone so heartless, but you didn't care. You went on, knowing how heartless you've become as well.  Friends are surrounding you, but only that man is the only one that matters. Nothing else matters for you - desires, pleasure, love or friendship. You're like sparkling water, jumping out from my glass - never know when you're gonna explode, innit?

What are you waiting for? The cue? Your whole life is a cue... so why not try it now...? The more you extend your pain, you may prologue someone else's pain as well. I'm gonna take off tonight. Into the night. I'll leave you rot in there, because it seems you're not the only insensitive one. It seems I've become heartless, just as you were.

Hope

Breathe happiness and exhale love. You'll get used to it and as much as you'd like to say that you'll like it forever, you know that by tomorrow you'll be tired of this routine. This is what happens to everyone... everything. Why do you think you left? You wanted something new, of course. Why have the birds stopped from singing? They wanted to listen to the world, without their sounds. To see how would it be without them.

However, why do you think my blood stopped from its usual track when I saw you? I guess that yes, I was tired and I left, but then, when I saw you again you revived memories in me, I relived feelings that I thought I'd never be able to feel again. And then? Then what? Did I think you were going to input one of your dark kisses on my lips? Fill them with dirt, shame and shivers? Did I think I'd live like this, wanting, but not receiving?

I'm telling you, a heart can't be unbroken. I hope you get all that you want, 'cause I didn't. And when I finally figured that out, my blood resurrected. But it was too late... And that was the moment when I fell on the floor, having nothing to feel at all...

This time, 9/11 won't be the death of us

So many unrequited loves, so many kids playing with toys, so many lives... lost. Ten years ago, nothing seemed to be wrong in New York, but something was. And it was scary, terrifying, tormenting. So many things were lost, so many died without fulfilling their goal in life... It was a game, but this time, the good character lost. And he lost a big fortune - people's lives. And not just a few, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Maybe this time, we'll make the right movement. Maybe this time somebody will become a singer after years of pain and torture,  crawling to the top and auditioning every once in a while... Maybe somebody will end up on a stage, this time, to take a bow and receive a standing ovation. Maybe. Maybe we'll live after ten years, with safety in our hearts. Or maybe not, because we've seen already that we can be brought down. We can collapse. We can die. We, we are not eternal. We are infinite.