I'm waiting for a person that will enjoy seeing the night sky and thalk about simply but really meaning stuff. 'Cause it's with small and ordinary things that we understand how beautiful people can be.
People say could, shallow and empty things to other persons, just to create an illusion of comprehension, tolerance and affection. The person that is illused believes inthat words, because they ring true and were said calmly, and they think " Why not to believe? I know this person at a long time...". These people, whom I gave the name of coulty (could + empty) are persons that are fake and say that want the things above-board and characterize themselves as sincere and blunt, this can be true, but they also love to be like that to dispatch persons that are looking for advice or a litle of attention. They know how to hurt people and they do it. But when they are "caught in they were caught in theire own trap", they don't like it, instead they feel frustrated and nervous and they take it out in everyone they see. This is the society and the persons where and with we all live. Surrounded by shallow people that doesn't have a one life, mercy or a true smile! With that ask:
"What is your true colour?"
Is it white, like the cotton and the clouds?
Or is it black, like the dark?
Or even is it blue like the sky?
Or yellow like the sun?
Come on tell me what is your true colour ?
This people are like icebergs, no better, they are like big black boxes made of an hard material, they look strong, heavy and unbreakable, but when opened they are empty, they have nothing inside of them, with no good feelings, with no heart, they are almost like dumb robots, no this is insuling to robots, because people are mean, selfish and egocentric they don't wanna care about anyone, just about themselves.
That bring me memories... When I was little someone told me that there was a difference about right and wrong, but they never thaugt me how to use them correctly. That is learned with the experience of life. So how can I judge those people that I am writing about?
Only trusting in my feelings at an exactly moment of my life, that can't be one hundred prcent true clear and trustfull. Maybe these people aren't so bad as I described, maybe the world isn't so bad as I see and maybe I am thinking to much, b ut what can I do in a could and rainy day, where there is no sun and you feel that you are forgotten in the World?