terça-feira, 20 de agosto de 2013

Three

When you get it, its to late...
When you find it, is when you lost it...
When you remember, the best thing is forget...
No one really see, no one really cares...
Everything is so loud, everything is so quite and darkness and light became just one thing.
I feel you, i touch you, i breath you but when you look i just pass on your side... 

-do you know, we live just once... But we die in three diferent times...
-Three? Why three?
-First, you die when your body dies and your conscience simply disappear...
Second, you die when you are seen for the last time and your body, flesh and bones disappear...
And for last, the third one, the most scary of all. When you disappear from the memory of the last person who remembers of you...
-We are really nothing...
-Yes... No matter what time it takes, we came from nothing and nothing we will be... 
-And you? You aren't real, what will happen with you?
-With me? Don't worry... After all i'm always with you... I'm your voices...

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