Ro the Problem Child

I only live for one single moment. I want it to come, and it will.

Doesn’t even matter what will happen after it.

It’s only a feeling I need.

Once is enough.

kateoplis:

Christopher Hitchens, 1949-2011

(Source: byronic)

iwdrm:

“As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children’s voices.”

Children of Men (2006)

I MISS YOU.

I know this post is like girly and everything, but I don’t care because this is what I feel right now.
When you are in a foreign country, and you have only one real friend and don’t really talk to nobody because you just feel like there’s no connection, that most of people you meet are so different from what you are used to, that it’s like a bad phone connection, you just can’t get used it. Here everybody has a pretty similar lifestyle, and it’s not for me, so I have this damned problem of not adopting myself to it, life gets harder, and specially when there’s no support from your family. So it’s like you basically have nobody to go out with and relax a bit and you either want to stay home. And you’re getting used to it and have your ways to make yourself feel all right, like anything you like to do: from listening to music to creating it, or maybe reading or writing a book, playing sports, learning something you. Work helps a lot but there’s a space needing to be filled. With friendship, family, love. We definitely need other people, but it’s a little hard when your family doesn’t make you feel right, actually making you wanna leave the house for a couple of hours at least, and when you only have one good friend, but you can’t share everything, because your friend cares about you, but till now wouldn’t understand everything you say because she or he just had a very different life. And with that you feel lonely, yeah.

But then, when you less expect it, he appears. A guy from a completely different country, different from where you are from and from where you are. But getting to know that person you find out that you have so much in common. But you also realize that you actually like that person. A lot. And for some reason you decide to tell it to him. He says he feels the same and this is when everything starts. You have such a great, crazy time, spending all the time you can together and enjoying it. Having fights, but making peace pretty fast.

But life likes testing and this person has to go. Far away, to the other side of Atlantic ocean. And you don’t realize he’s leaving even a couple days after he’s gone. So this day comes and it hits you. You know you’ll see him soon, really soon, even a bit less than a year. But every time you get off the phone or chat and a very little while passes, you realize how much you really miss him. And even the reality ain’t same for you anymore: every time he tells you something he did you feel like you had to be there and you feel like you were, but no. And you still gotta wait here alone. And hope that everything will go right.
And work. Work. Work. So you stop thinking.

To Anthony Buffone, from rainy Spain.

P.S.: I love you.

fourlittlebees:

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