There are days when you can not stop the little brain to work again on the same subject, the days when you'd need to talk constantly about the same thing, dissecting every detail, every single cut possible hidden corner, every perspective, even if nothing changes, so, just to let off steam ...
There are days when you take the fear and disappointment to the throat, forming a node which is struggling to melt, the days when put on big sunglasses among people or hang your head playing hide and seek with her hair to camouflage THAT 'hint of tears erupted suddenly without you I wanted to, no one has said anything special, just for a breath on her face ...
There are days when you pretend to be happy, relieved, happy and recite a part because everyone is already solved and they can not know everything that was and that meant ...
There are days in which to continue to sleep all day and all night again and again the next day and so on ...
There are days when you do not want to see people who just agree with you and having to explain, speak, say, correct, or simply to talk bullshit as if nothing had happened in front of a pizza or a sandwich .. .
There are days when Serb resentment for those who are happy to see you so when your path is shattered and dreams fly elsewhere ...
There are days when you would like for someone to hug you and try to understand that you do not want to stop thinking or reacting o buttarti a capofitto in altro o fare tutte le cose sensate che si dovrebbero fare, ma avresti solo bisogno, nella più perfetta delle incoerenze, di piangere, piangere fino a sfinirti e a non aver più lacrime per poi non piangere più...
Ci sono giorni in cui semplicemente sei stanca di tutto e vorresti solo ritrovare la persona entusiasta e fiduciosa che eri, in cui hai nostalgia delle nottate sveglia a inventare soluzioni...
Ci sono giorni in cui maledici di essere qualcuno che non ha saputo smettere di credere in ciò che faceva nonostante le badilate in testa e in cui vorresti che il menefreghismo cosmico ti rivestisse e ti ammantasse come una coltre calda...
There are days when you want it even had started, where you would like Essert not trusted those who pursued only their own interest and where you want that pride did not exist ...
And then there are days like this, you realize the treasure you have at your side and when you try to be careful not to spoil everything for the idiot of the moment and it will pass next urtandoti too strong and making you waver ...
Then wrap you in a plaid blue sky, you get comfortable, open a book and travel in another story ready to unleash a truly peaceful smile on his return.
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