Lost Boy
He dreams of
perfection, a state of mind showing off in his skin. He cries in the silence of
his room, where the voices in his head are too loud to be ignored.
…And he does it
alone.
His mouth shut.
His eyes, doors no one can go through. He breathes in, seeking for a way to
numb the pain, and breaths out, begging for it to end. He lived betrayal. He
survived battles. He believed it would stop if he just waited and kept holding
on to his truth. But it doesn’t seem that easy anymore.
How beautiful
the lost boy, with his long hair, and his shine smile. The sound of his laugh
like water falling under the sun and making a rainbow. The pretty lost boy,
with a mind so bright, like thousands of little crystals under sunlight, and as
broken as they are. He used to believe in destiny. Now he does not believe in
moving. Static. Waiting for salvation. No fight can be fought. How lost is the
beautiful boy, with his bright mind, where his thoughts don’t do him any good.
In the solitude,
he closes his eyes, open his mouth and pray to dead deaf goddesses.
...Until a
living one answers.
Às vezes não temos palavras pra responder.
ResponderExcluirAmei imensurávelmente.
ResponderExcluirMe lembrou muito do Nathan, personagem da trilogia Half Bad... Sem falar da minha própria identificação.
É bom se reconhecer nas palavras dos outros, nos torna menos sozinhos, ainda que seja triste ver nossas facetas amargas presentes em outras almas.
Enfim, amei mesmo.
Cami, fiquei muito contente com o seu comentário. Saber que minha escrita fez alguém se sentir menos só, é algo que sempre me impulsiona e fortalece. Obrigado. :) Espero que você veja mais do blog. ;)
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