Bad Dream/ Good Intro

She pushed me towards the bar and whispered in my ear "Where do you go at night?" she pulled my hair and directed me to the shadows" you see those seven people there?" she continued to press me against the bar, and i was gasping for breath. My eyes searched for an escape of this darkness, some light, anything. All i saw was the endless sea of darkness below us, and beyond the cliff. I tried to scream but had no voice, i tried to move , but she was strong. Too strong. She held every inch of me.I stretched my sight to the sea and saw a figure above water, dark and disfigured, like a lump of clothes or a heap of trash. Then Suddenly darkness and air were gone from me and my hands were peeled away from the bar."You're coming with me and these seven women" she said again. Her voice, a horrible blend between a shreak and a growl, the highest and lowest horror.Not HUman. I was being pulled, and every muscle in my body was fighting against her, but there were more, many more. Soft unmaterial hands pulled me backwards and silenced my mouth. Where was my sister? Where was my friend? couldn't they see me? "We're going to the Island" she said and conscienceness died.

5:54 am
24th abril
bad dream :S

It's 3:50 and you can hear the walls trying to escape too...

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There's So Much More To Say

Where do I start?
First of all I dont care for anyone
Not unless you feel what i feel
Know what i know
Or have seen what I've seen
It's easy to feel sad
And reminince about happiness
But at the end of the day
you weren't there.

I feel like an orphan
Can't put it any other way
I never thought i'd be like this
I was woken up
Told to change clothes
I had to go to the funeral.

Never thought i'd raid my closet
To find an outfit for this.

Your skin so pale
and still
So unlike you
No warmth in your face
Which was always so happy
Even in your moments of pain

You tried so hard to stay with us
No person has tried harder
But in the end it was too much
You simply said "No more"
Not even you could take so much

Even in you last moments
You were still thinking about us
Your students
Your girls
But it doesn't matter

This doesnt fit into my head

I...simply cant understand
Anything
I love you and i wish you were still here, i've never met anyone like you before, you had so much love for absolutely everyone, you are incredible.
Your death to me means the end of a era, and nothing will be as it was before
this has been my darkest hour, laying flowers in your grave.

We will Always remember you, ALL of us, everyone who ever met you
we all stand in your shade.

~

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
It's a sliver of grass, it is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood on the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone

The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light
The sound of a shot in the dead of the night
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps
.
The plan of the house, the body in bed
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud
A float, a drift, a flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain

A stick, a stone, it''s the end of the road

It's the rest of a stump, it''s a little alone

A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe

It''s a thorn in your hand and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain, a bee, a bite

A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle, a sting a pain

A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule

In the distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue

And the river talks of the waters of March

It's the promise of life in your heart , in your heart

…the end of the road…a little alone
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life, it’s the joy in your heart
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It’s the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart
The waters of March…
And the river bank talks of the waters of March

Jobim