PhoenixEmi

Time and space collide, I find myself dreaming, the future is almost on my hands, and yet, its always out of reach. I fight every day, against demons that want me to stay away, with ideas, thoughts and memories, that poison my own intentions, that mislead the way. Happiness is not a destination they say, but the journey is not as easy, either way, all I want, is not to lose the strong grip of your hand. The moment my fingers touched your skin, I was sure, I never again wanted to let go. and I will not let go, Not then, not now.

She was never real, I deceived myself, thinking I could make her real, but even if I truly wanted to make her, it was only an ideal. A few years have passed, and Ive forgotten who you wanted me to be, everything she was is now in the past, and with time, Ive discovered a new me. I've evolved, grown and changed, and even if sometimes a song or two remind me of you, now I can finally feel completely estranged, knowing nothing of you or your whereabouts, having no clue. With this thoughts, Ive made my mind, I'm untying all the knots, saying goodbye, This is the last time, my words are used to remind me of you, this is the last

During a moment of complete silence, Out of nowhere, Coming from nothing, Loudly and instantaneously, The music came, To flood the air with sound, To change the atmosphere of the ground, The first few minutes it continued, Loud and intense, And then slowly other tunes came into shape, Sweet melodies, Softer tones, Music that felt like magic, Magic that feels, Like love.

SPANISH VERSION FIRST, THEN YOU CAN FIND THE ENGLISH VERSION En un espacio, fuera del tiempo y del espacio,                     encontraron lo que estaba buscando,                                 no se dió cuenta que lo buscaba,                                       mas lo halló emocionadx.                                                 Era su alma gemela,                                                         era el                                                                                     era ella,                                                                       la persona que menos esperaba,                    

Life has always been an interesting journey. it all started with a pencil, drawing my way through. Some trees here, a river there, a town between two rivers. People, horses, cats, all the creatures you can think of. You draw a castle, more people, a city, some new sights, and out of nothing a world was born. After a while, a different pencil comes around, a hand that shows you a different perspective, and draws a whole new world. It introduces you to magic, dragons, faeries and monsters of darkness. You dream of how to make their world bigger and better. You walk through the paths they draw, you get to know their world as if it was your own.

This happened a few hours ago, but it feels as if it was ages before... we were dancing, not letting anyone or anything remind us of time and space, just you and me dancing, we were talking, like two lovebirds by the fountain in the park, just you and me, talking, we were walking around that timeless town, walking... There is no way to explain the feeling of timelessness an encounter with you gives me, as if future, past and present are all mixed up in one same line, in one same plane, as if you already live in the fourth dimension. Now that I think of it, every time Ive had the chance to be with you, for more than a couple hours,

I am a butterfly, In my heart I know that, but I am still going through metamorphosis. I liked being a caterpillar, I knew the paths to take. I was used to the food and the weather down here, I know my plants and my bug friends. But something always bothered me, something in the back of my mind always troubled my head.   The feeling that on my back I carry something, the feeling that I might be someone else. This weight, this hunch, I think, that if I let myself, someday I might be able to fly. So I decided to do something about it. I asked around and some of my caterpillar friends told me things, they told me they know of others t

You were all pretty that night, with the lights, for the people,   all the colors seemed brighter, and your corners even seemed sharper, the whole town came to see, it was spectacular, there were musicians all around, they all wanted pictures with the beauty of the land. What they don't see is what I see today, after the party is done, when the lights are gone, your real beauty appears under the moonlight, in darkness and quiet, when no one is watching, when no one is listening, you look, breathtaking, no camera can capture the magnificence of your beauty at night, on a day, when no one else is looking at you but me.

If I show you my darkest corners, will you show me yours? If I tell you my deepest secrets, will you listen quietly? are my quirks too many? are my passions too hot? do you like me as I am? will you like me if I'm not? so many questions, so many doubts, a few new sections, to give my already scrambled mind, will you understand me? will you even try... is this a real game, will you make me cry? do you want to sleep in? do you want to see? will you want to keep it? will you want to flee? nothing makes sense I know, nothing matters in the end, unless you take it slow, these word games you play, have taken a toll, if you