Sunday, April 22, 2012

Friday, April 20, 2012

We give so much for not ending up alone
we swear in the name of forever and the never known "ever".
we are so much used to words.
And Words are like art,
they have different meanings, the meaning we want each time to put in them.
we smoke different airs
we're from totally different areas.

and sometimes, i truly miss you.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Και οι ομπρέλες στο τέλος μας προσδιορίσανε.
Αντί της βροχής, είμαστε πολύ καλύτεροι ως παιδία με ομπρέλες.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Mixing Tapes

Love doesn't really hurt.
-It's the power that keeps you alive.
We should become artists in manners that concern love.
We should measure it as long as there's no today.
As long as there's no you.

It is a photograph full of feelings that hurts too much.
In years you'll be hurt by facts
it is the memory of yourself being in a sweet hallucination.
It is what you once lived and no more don't, that really hurts.
The memory of the perfect couple, your favourite lover, your only one.
Love is real
but falling in love is just a trick of heart and mind together.

And actually there's no time for morning pain.