Quivering

I will not give more importance than it needs. Maybe the time to truly forget has come. I never wanted to forget. I just can't forget.
Does time really go fast and slow at the same time? Isn't it all subjective? I do think so. Nothing is big, or small, or enough. Nothing is nothing. But I don't worry about it, because I also know that everything is something so... I can dream still.
Oh, people are dying constantly, in droves, and I want to know how does it feel...
I want to help. I want to move. I want to understand. Things are never clear to me.
Everything changes steadily, there's no way to stop the time. Can you stop a single thing? Have you really got power over anything? Over yourself? It's not easy to stop. It's impossible to learn how to. Because she doesn't want us to have control over anything, she wants us to be just human beings. As horrible as it sounds.

Sometimes I think it might be good, sometimes I'm afraid. I don't want to be afraid anymore, I want to feel the whole life in the universe running through my veins...
I'm alive. And that's fantastic.

Oh, people change and evolve. It doesn't always have to be good.
I think of a green ribbon swept up by the wind, free, light, and I think of you, I think of the past... Now I am too small for you, and you don't feel that anything is going wrong...
If I stretch it to make it longer, lighter... I'll weaken it, and maybe rip it anf finally halve it. Resignation. This is better than nothing... And frankly, your eyes are the same. So I can dream still.