Nothing, isn´t it fun to start a story with the word nothing? But that´s exactly what was up ,nothing. Days and days gone by , soul searching , learning about new religions, listening to new music, playing the piano, singing happy songs , painting , drawing and writing. Everything to keep her mind busy and off the dreadful conclusion.
People that came into her life were as boring as hell or heaven it depends on who´s analyzing it, too busy matching their shoes with their clothes , too worried if their looks would be aproved by society, too ignorant to notice their own feelings and too selfish to share themselves with the World in the real sense of sharing. She became one of the latter ones, she became a selfish human being that didn´t want to share herself with the World "Too busy with myself / too busy looking within / too busy taking a walk on my brain" -always too busy.
Indeed she was busy. In a different way nowadays, before she used to be busy with others, busy making their lifes better, with giving them the time of the day, with giving them the nutrients and vitamins to their soul a.k.a self esteem. She spent so much time living that way, that she forgot she existed as a human being, she saw herself as a Soul not a body...the body was only a vehicle to get to places . Disapointment brought up this new side of her Soul, she went from an extreme to the other and loved every second of it." Me,me,me, me!"
But in the end of the day right before falling asleep ,everyday the same conclusion : "Another day without loving." Will she find the much needed balance?
You always knocked on my door after midnight and I always opened the door with a smile, remember? I lived on that busy street in midtown number 11. I was always anxious for others people days to be over because it meant mine was about to start.And it started as soon as you set foot in my building ,listening to your steps on the stairs and the silly way you knocked on my door. I felt special because you chose to be with me and I thought it was going to last...long story short: then you broke my fucking heart because you chose to be with someone else.
So don´t come knocking on my door anymore ,because nowadays after midnight it´s already another day.