O fim de 3 décadas

Eu sinto um chamado. É hora de partir. Já deixei tanto pra trás mas ainda não sinto que foi o suficiente. Meu ninho apodreceu, as raízes me sufocam. O que quer de novo que eu faça aqui me leva de volta ao meu passado, a um lugar onde não quero mais estar.

Minha família, meus amigos, o amor da minha vida, meu emprego, as ruas e a noite dessa cidade, me deixem ir. Me permitam desprender. Meu ciclo aqui se encerrou. Saturno completou sua volta. É hora de viver o mundo. Hora de ser errante aos quatro cantos.

Angels like me II

You’re right when you say that angels like me can’t fly down hell with you 

I just didn’t realize that you’re afraid to fly up sky too

You paint yourself as a devil 

I saw so much more than that on you 

I believed in your light too

But you like living that way

You said that’s what your family made you look like 

But you’re too comfortable down there to explore new places like I did

You’re not strong enough to put yourself out of your comfort zone

Then your weapon to feel stronger is make other people feel weaker

So I left you before you made me permanent damage

From hurt to hurt you actually almost got me killed

Then I raised my flight but I couldn’t take you with me as I thought 

That’s an individual effort 

Indeed I managed flying down hell not melting my wings

Now I can fly anywhere I want. Do you?

Thank you for the journey.