a life is not enough..
When the emotions are many, when feelings get overflow, when words go
beyond thinking, when there is so much
to say, so much to yell, so much to
cry, so much to recover back..
When everything becomes too big and we
become too small, when there's so
unique meaning for which to write and
leave a sign of life..
When the merit is so value, when we'd
want to take all the words, rivers, all
the smiles and tears, the all goodbye
and welcomes, all the poetry and the
most emotional songs, take all of them
in a single bunch and put them in just
one place.. nothing is enough, nothing
never is enough..
When it happens and is too much the
greatness we feel, what we think, what
it fills us, there is not words, gesture
or activity that can compensate it, and
the only thing that can truly meant
that abysm, is not to say, not to
write, not to do anything.. Let that the emptiness, the silence, the neutral act of exposure and honesty, can mean us everything.
