FabioDeus

Never leave anything important for later, don't stop making it happen, don't hide your feelings because of the fear that you have about your day to day decisions, the stuff that you are dealing today. Whatever it is! And please, never stop saying how much you care, how much you love someone else. The ones that you know that you really care about! As tomorrow can be too late, just too late, and everything may be different. And not in a good way... Tomorrow you may no longer be here, or the other person. And in this life, there are really no second chances, no time for regrets. Everything is drawn at random, and we have no control over anything in this f****ing life. And it couldn't be different. It's just the reality, the order inside of the chaos. It's the order of chance, always by chance. Like faceless dices rolling on a broken table. And that's the reason that I keep saying, never stop showing your feelings. Never do like me, because this road of life, of our lives, is a

Long ago, really long ago I used to walk around a flower garden. Just so beautiful, so wonderful, almost epic, always covered with the scent of roses. But all of this in a very remote past, almost another life, not that one. - But today, in this strange reality from the days that we are living, these roses withered, and the pleasant perfume became ocher, the smell of emptiness, of death. - Just a lost garden of ragged flowers whose only the thorns were left. In this garden that no longer is mine. And maybe never was.

I don't f****ing care, I don't care about treats or a fake politeness. I don't try to be someone that I'm not inside of me, so I don't try to be nice. I don't try to flirt with chance or with some sort of admirable conduct. I'm not that person. I'm just someone full of flaws, someone imperfect. I know I am neither trying to be funny or nice. I'm annoying, not polite. But it doesn't matter who am I, because life is short. So I prefer to be myself. Before everything ends.

The stars shine in the sky, they sparkle and twinkle. All over the night. So far away, so far from us, with their beautiful and unique radiant lights. But at the same time, even without realizing it, we witness the explosion of these magnificent stars, which today are long dead. Transformed into stardust, with no more bright, light. Just as ephemeral as we are, in our brevity and death.

Sometimes on this wild "stage" of life, the curtains go up. And sometimes, on this very same stage, the curtains eventually come down. It's something inevitable. And every theatrical performance comes to an end. Just like us.

When the seasons change, everything changes. To the very core of my being, in fact. Intimately.