Chuva nas alturas

É estranho como rodamos pedaços de coisas em nossas cabeças. Fragmentos de conhecimentos anteriores. Ou...
Ou nada. Talvez tudo tenha vindo de algum lugar mas nossa vaga memória nos detém de saber.
Curiosos os pensamentos que temos em manhãs frias e chuvosas. Não que esteja chovendo muito também, mas chuva é chuva. É mais frio quando parecemos estar sozinhos, não que estejamos realmente, apenas sentimos. Acho que é normal se sentir uma aberração às vezes. Quer dizer, sempre achamos que somos diferentes dos outros, em algum ponto ou outro. Desconsiderando as extremas variações que são exceções exceto aos olhos da mídia, somos consideravelmente parecidos. Mas acho que não é muito bom mostrar isso. Vai saber.
É uma sensação boa quando você pode garantir pra alguém que essa pessoa não está sozinha. Ultimamente talvez tenham sido apenas palavras. Apenas olho essas pessoas à distância. Queria poder ver as coisas implícitas, apenas sei que pedem ajuda quando explicitamente o fazem.
Talvez certas coisas não haja um modo exato de saber.
Só não me diga que eu tenho que sentir. Isso não é justo. Já tive opiniões variadas acerca do assunto. E não sei qual é a que vale. Vou ficar com a que mais me agrada, eu sinto raiva, porque o resto é confuso demais.
Às vezes eu queria gente pra fazer coisas estúpidas, que talvez nem sejam tão estúpidas mas já me fizeram acreditar que são. Tudo depende do meio em que você está inserido. Nadar numa chuva cheia de relâmpagos não é tão fora do normal assim.
Bons tempos...
É legal a distorção de poemas que fica voando por aí. Tudo começa com os tijolos fixos "De tudo ao meu amor serei atento" ou "Ora direis olhar e ouvir estrelas", o segundo com algumas pequenas variações, e depois vão surgindo outros, flexíveis e não seguindo a formação original. Até que tenhamos uma casinha de tijolos completa. Não sei exatamente a razão de ficar pensando isso.
Talvez seja saudade.

Whatever blows your bubble

So, it quite came to this.
A very strange Christmas, I'd say. At least the strangest so far. I am having trouble organizing all the ideas in my head lately, mostly the family part. I'm not much of a family person, never was. Yet I feel bad for not saying something nice at the family reunion. I don't know, maybe it's just that their care is a bit too much for me, but that doesn't mean I don't care about them.
Who knows.
One of the best parts of Christmas is to simply shoot "Merry Christmas" messages all around, somehow, it feels good. It's nice when people answer. And I can't really explain why, but someday, I'll get to pass this day somewhere else, with some other people. I dream of a movie-esque Christmas day, with snow and lights and all that heart-warming feeling. Corny.
I've also been daddling around with anger, it's strange how it seems like almost every way gets you there. It's the easiest thing to feel, it's the best protection you can get, it's the sweetest  poison you can drink. It's... reality.
It's also sad that I have been absent lately. Can't really find an easy way to do everything. It sucks. There are a lot of people I haven't seen before this day and I wish I had. It almost feels like I'm dropping the ball with my own words. I said being there would be worth it but I don't really think I'm living up to the hype.
I've been creating stories much faster than I can get the mood to write, that sucks too.
And also there's all this, being with someone thing. It's quite unreal to believe that you can have a nice and pretty person with you, and both like each other. It's, highly against all odds. Moreover, my self image is quite a strange thing, so, yeah, it's fuckin' weird. Hard to believe. Yet we all can create stories, right? We just need a little motivation and we can make the efforts arise. I'm pretty proud of the surprise galore I've came up with.
Feels funny to feel like smiling at thoughts.


They can't burst my bubble if I burst it first, right?
But, what if I really liked that bubble?
Shouldn't it be easier to try to defend it instead of finishing it before I get the chance to enjoy it?
And what if in the end I manage to avoid their attempts?

Then I'd say that you really should hold your ground for that bubble. After all you woke me up almost three in the morning for asking that.

Sorry...

Nevermind. We are all children looking for something that creates bubbles. It's all about finding the one bubble and deciding what makes you the one to go for that bubble.

I like to think that way.

Thought so.

Are we bubbles also?

You had better get some sleep...


I like the fact the world didn't end. But I still feel like there's a fragile barrier holding this one.
Don't you?
Boils.

Crossing

I wonder why do you have these dreams...
I told you, I don't know! But they are there everytime I sleep, anytime it may happen.
And what happened the last time you dreamed?
We defeated the Crimson King! And then we managed to cleanse Arris Kingdom's Crystal, now the creatures that live there are free from the darkness.
I see, that is somehow similar to some of the dreams you said you had in the past days, correct?
Well... we cleansed a few other crystals and travelled through lots of places, but we were never inside Arris Kingdom before... maybe he had been there before, I'm not sure.
He?
Yeah! He is the one who is going to save the world, he represents all that is good. I met him one day walking through the farm lands, he said he was on a dangerous journey, so I joined him! But everytime I sleep I have to go around looking for him, because I always stop and start at the same point and he keeps walking!


Anything wrong, doctor?
I don't think that's a critical scenario, it doesn't look like anything out of a simple story made to call attention. Just avoid letting him sleep for long periods.


The door closes.
The lenses reflect the light, as if his eyes were two shining spots, staring through darkness.
—So...
The girl looks down, as if under the effects of hypnosis.
—Tell me about your... Wonderland...