My Room

Old habits insist in following me.

I still have the guts to lie here, sitting in the dark, listening to old tunes... The difference is that now I wonder how this messed path can lead me to the place I once wanted to be, to the person I wish I would be by now.

Despite all the confusion my life has been lately, I feel grateful.

I still have the guts to be here, sitting in the dark. Writing songs that will never be played. Feeling things that will never be understood. Saying prayers that will never be listenned. Although I am still here. I am still grateful.

I havent found my destination yet, I dont know if Im ever going to settle this feeling down. I feel I’ve been running so I wouldn’t have to face the lines that slowly frame my eyes.

But there’s no place I’d rather be, at least tonight. My quite room, reserved from the world. In here I am allowed to feel all the fury and feed the revolution within my blood. In this quite room I can keep in touch with that little girl that once tried to change it all. In this quite room there are no masks neither watches, or currency of any kind. There are no exchanges. In this room there are no closets, or clothes... but the mirrors... and reflections...