C-attitude

Dear pretty star

As you're shining on my own
You know the road I'm walking on
You know those things I'm feeling
And express it by shining

When I gently close my eyes
All I need is you next to me
Fortunately your light is by my side
and is making me feel free

You're the reason of my life
My Hope, My Dream, My Heart;

Your light is an Art

“Dear Molly,
This is gonna sound a little strange, but I'd like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is there is never a time when you will be more honest and your convictions will be stronger and when your motives will be more pure than they are right now. Which means you should chase whatever it is that excites you. Be confident and take risks. And paint over my words so you start writing your own. My story may have inspired you but I'm certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know, you don't need someone to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself, make your own destiny. And years from now, the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you of how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt will always be there underneath the paint. The love you perfect will always be there. The spark of something undeniable. A seed of hope. THe truth for better or for worse and burning fiercely against the lowly surface.
Love,
Peyton”


-Peyton Sawyer

Feeling nostalgic, he looked at everything around him and so how alone he was, confronting himself with series' heroes and telling himself he sucks...

Day after day, cooling on the sun, trying to be someone he isn't to look great. Trying to make girls looking at him, to be funny, to be appreciated...

Remembering all those parties where he has been dancing and drinking. Maybe to forget the world and all his rules, his stupid rules.

Can not stop thinking to all these girls he wanted her to look at him... all this girls who have been running in a popular man's arms...

Wondering what exactly girls are running after, they don't stop telling they want their seduction to be hard and even to suffer...


But now this boy is alone on his room and is looking at the dark all around him, tears drying on his face, he has no answers to his questions. He is sad and finds himself so weak. But tomorrow this boy will have to fake him and look happy, going out with his friends. Yet he can't cry how sad he is and try to find answers ...




So dream boy...

On that cold sunday, you were walking on the subway. It was almost 7 p.m. and you went alone through all this people. I coudn't look at anyone other. You kept on looking at me. Yet, it's when hope came to my heart that you went away on that station... that f**king station. I thought I won't see you anymore...
But that sunny monday, you were here. Waiting for what? Who? You seemed to look for someone. And when your eyes met mine you smiled.. and you escaped on the subway again. Were you waiting for me? was it time for you to go? That's when you went out of it and I followed you, that you went to me to give me a paper. After an hesitation I opened it and a phone number was written. when I looked back in front of me, you already were far from me.
When I foung some bravery to phone on that number, a pretty voice answered, I guess that here I fell in love with this girl I didn't even know. After some days to phone at each other, we met and you were feeling the same for me.
You were an angel on that hell crowed of selfish people, mean people.. You gave a meaning ti my life and yersterday, with those eyes and that voice I love you just told "sorry"

You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts

Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes

You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There's dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip

Running, down corridoors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know

I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright

Alright

Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know.