Second shot

Here I am again. Bored. As usual. Listening to some romantic, melancholic songs. I mostly wasted my time in the past instead of looking at what was right in front of my eyes. I figured that out last summer. You always find out something new about yourself. There's always something to learn. I always thought things would die with time. But no. The only way to get rid of these thoughts is to deal with them, otherwise, you're stuck with them. Death itself will get rid of everything you ever wanted to get rid, even your life. But hey, if you're realistic and don't believe in some kind of after life, you better deal with things, get over them and continue living because once you're dead, there's no return. It's over. Just like before you were born. Nothing. Nothing before, nothing after.

Everybody needs somebody.
Sometimes I wonder what the hell could I do instead of just laying there in my bed and daydream. Waste my time. Watch it go away. Time doesn't wait, there's no pause button, rewind, no forward, just play. You can press on STOP, but once you do, there's no possibility to press back on Play. Movie is just over. Or you can wait for that button to be pushed and meanwhile, enjoy the movie, make the story, play the main role; the best you can before it's too late.
Life is just a run after time. You never know if you're going to be late. You're always running. Scared to be late to do this or that before death happens. I'm alive today, maybe dead tomorrow. Treat everybody as if they were going to die at midnight. Not bad for a quote. But who cares about people. I'd say live as if you were going to die at midnight. Which means do the things you want to do, tell the things you want to say.
Tell here you want her. Tell her you need her. Tell her you only see her eyes. Tell her you only think about her, all the time, no matter what, everywhere, anyhow, every time. Grab her, kiss her, hug her, smell her, touch her, feel her. That's it, that's all. Love goes away and when it does, you never expected it to do so. You're poor. You have nothing left, because that' what life is all about, love. What else matters ? Nothing. Love for others, love for her, love for yourself. If there's no love, there's death.

Love is like a day, it goes away. But you keep hoping because you know that there will be another.

Now I'm bored of writing. I'll go back, lay down on my bed and do nothing as usual.