Pointless claim

     It was about the time when darkness covered everything around and she grabbed her jacket to go out. Is there anything more magical than watching snowflakes falling from an infinite dark view of sky? The coldness was seeping into her bones but she still continued walking and hearing her steps on the snow. Yes, she was so sure of doing this. Claiming her feelings to the silence of that dark night and letting the words get lost in the space... maybe somehow they'll arrive him!

   Nothing - was she achieving... It was just a way to convince herself she was doing something. But, when the right moment to really do something came, she did nothing! And there were not only moments or days, but years of the same mistake, and never was she going to learn. You wonder the reason why? She feared nothing but love! 

Bordness... this word freaks me out!

    Isn't it scary having the ability to bring anything in your life, but instead choosing to wait what life's bringing to you?  This is a waist of freedom, not waist of time! Time is there, you have it. It flows and it flows. But freedom is a gift you should open it right away and use it before someone else grabs it from your hands.
   Who I totally don't understand are the people that with their own pleasure follow others rules and ways of living. I mean isn't that boring? Do they really like it or they haven't had anything more enjoyable in life to compare what happiness really is?
   And there I think, people don't change. They just become someone else and someone else, but still a person that already existed before. It's the most pity thing in life to leave all these dreams unopened and just be alive with no meaning of the existence.
   I used to live... just days before. And I write words and words in my lack of courage to say: "I'm bored! I need a change in my life!"

A perfect time to live...

How I would love to be living in a paster time. Back when being pretty meant being natural, TV's were black and white and the true and bright colors were out there in the green grass and blue sky. When having fun didn't mean to spend tons of time inside a dark room using internet, or changing cafeterias every day and parting in a closed area, all foggy from the uncountable cigarettes and junk music playing on. Back then would be fun to spend time with friends in a valley, eating sandwiches and playing music with the guitar. Parting would mean spending the night boys and girls together, when parents went out of town for work and we can freely play that game with bottles, drink some alcohol and smoke a few cigarettes, hand to hand, everyone. The music playing on would be pure rock made of legendary singers and bands. Precious music!!!
 In that time when being a rebel didn't mean keeping a gun under your jacket or protesting for pointless things, but meant being the cool kid that used to wear different and protested for the right to freely kiss his girl at school, promote safe love or write a true article that would put politicians back into their place.
How wonderful it would be for that guy I love to come and climb the tree and knock on the window of  my room, bring me chocolates and flowers instead of toxic made-in-china perfumes. And most of all, I would be writing on my diary, made of paper, designed by me and perfumed with the flowers of my garden, and not in this laptop made of plastic.
Oh, darling, wouldn't that be wonderful?