one in a million

a child looks at himself.he wonders what could have happened.he considers he could be insane.maybe people are that simple.maybe life is that predictable.maybe he was lost his mind.however, he admits he's a bit of a pessimist.he considers he may not yet see the bigger picture.well...he is an idiot.
I've been trying to tell him that nothing is more important than being happy.and let me make that clear...happiness is a concept that can't be defined.it's as different from person to person as we are different from each other.and I can't really discuss it, nor do I want to discuss it.but you get my point.with that in mind, I've been trying to figure out why my he persists in making himself miserable.
I don't know.everything is there.all the words.all the feelings.all the seconds that last for years in which his mind goes down a million different paths.
he's getting old.or young.I won't let him next time.the sun can only rise so many times.
mai sunt 2 ore.si am crezut ca pot sa-mi spun adevarul.poate maine dimineata.

la 6 dimineata mai raman putine de spus.ma tot gandesc ca e ciudat cum sunt treaz de aproape 20 de ore si totusi imi amintesc doar ultimile 3.bine,nici nu vad vre-un motiv de ce mi-as aglomera mintea.doar am investit atat efort.trebuie sa ne gandim la lucruri simple.
e liniste afara.e liniste si aici.ma gandeam de curand sa imi fac o lista de prioritati si mi se pare amuzant cum prima prioritate contrazice ideea.ar suna ceva de genul,alege mereu ce te face fericit si nu regreta niciodata ce alegi.suna putin a un fel de sinucidere, dar imi place sa cred ca nu se numeste prostie daca intelegi ce faci.sau poate am cel mai autentic gen de prostie.sunt foarte bun la teorie si infinit mai prost la practica.exista o oarecare evolutie.
se trezeste Bucurestiul.prima lumina din anul asta.ar trebui sa-mi pun o dorinta.si cred ca stiu vreau.

3.

e greu sa iti gasesti cuvinte cand nu iti dai seama ce vrei sa zici.simti ca e ceva acolo.dar nu poti sa intelegi ce.poate e un amestec atat de mare inca iti este imposibil sa distingi ceva.sau poate e ceva in subconstietul tau care nu te lasa sa intelegi.poate pentru ca e mai bine asa.e amuzant si foarte trist cand iti dai seama cat de departe de adevar esti cateodata.cand un tablou pe care il ai in fata de foarte mult timp pur si simplu dispare,este distrus,sau devine transparent si in locul lui ramane cu totul alt ceva.nimic nu poate sa te pregateasca pentru asta.
sunt si multe.macar pentru asta avem scuza.pe rand iti zambesc.si tu esti prost si nu iti dai seama.dar sa ne terminam povestea.we fond out a lot of things.some good.some bad.some we understood.others we didn't.all and all we have to ask ourselfs.was it worth it? are we better than that single point of light in the night sky? a star died so that we could be. we should at least try.

2.

we thought it was simple.have you ever heard about the butterfly effect? well we found out it takes a lot less than an insect to bring about the end of the world.some world atlest.it takes less than a word,a sound.nothing is more fragile than happines.
anyway,we found out what we are.we are shallow and we are cruel.we are innocent and we are blind.we are people and we like to think we can control things.but we can't.we are helpless and mercy is just a word.but we're also strong.we fall harder and harder but we always manage to get up.and even thou this road is full pieces of ourselfs...well,is there a good part? i think i'm asking for more than i can get.
am scris numai kkt-uri.sunt atat de plictisit.
am chef sa pun puncte........multe pucte.................stii faza cu aruncatul de pietre? cand arunci pietre in apa? si nu iti place? pur si simplu sa arunci cu pietre.stii ca si stelele cazatoare devin plictisitoare la un moment dat? pentru ca sunt prea multe.

1.

this is the story of us.the story of me,of you and everyone we know.and it begins when a rather large object ,shaped as a sphere, an object which is commonly refered to as a star had nothing better to do than to blow up.as it usually happens, the big thing transformed into a lot of small things.well,small being a relativ term.thus trees and cats and honey and rocks and airplanes and flowers and dreams and I where born.and a lot of other stuff too.we found ourselfs trying to figure out this strange place.
and it hasn't easy.we learned about words,about tears, about hope,about nights and smilles.we found we enjoy playing.and we realized that it's easy to forget but easier to remember.

i'm not even angry

stam cu piciorele in kkt si cu capul in nori.vrem sa traim mai mult decat ne lasa lumea, credem ca putem sa-i dam la muie dar nu am avut niciodata vre-o sansa in fata ei.speram.speram atat de mult, speram la atatea lucruri.si cu cat speram mai mult cu atat ne ingropam mai adanc.si sunt atatea care ne inconjoara, care ne roaga sa le inbratisam...si stim ca nu e bine,stim ca treptele duc doar in jos.dar nu ne intereseaza.
acum nu mai e nici o treapta.unde o sa ma duc?
exagerez.

nu!

sunt confuz.things are changing.am inceput sa uit ce nu imi place.am inceput sa reconsider ce imi place.sunt multe ganduri si prea putine cuvinte in jurul meu.imi placea lumea mea monocroma.imi placea realitatea comoda in care intram cand deschideam usa.am ochii rosii.am gura uscata.sunt atatea nuante si toate sunt stridente.
cresc bgp.ascult o piesa de cam opt ani si trebuie sa recunosc ca niciodata nu am inteles ce vrea sa zica dylan.incep sa prind ideea.inevitabil.