Here

Here we go again.
Like crazy, like driving a plane in a hurricane.
Like I never knew which way to go.
And there'll be no more footsteps on the door.
No tears that never reached the floor.

I'll be standing here
While outside it rains, it always does.
And I don't want an umbrella, I just want the feeling.
While I keep looking for the light I once lost.
The one I thought I had and that I can't find anymore.

I've stopped running.
Because there's no where to go, I wanna be right here.
Because the roads have disappeared.
And I will keep my arms outstretched
And I will still be barefooted.

Six billion four hundrend seventy million eight hundred eighteen thousand six hundred and seventy one

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world.
Some are running scared.
Some are coming home.
Some tell lies to make it through the day.
Others are just not facing the truth.
Some are evil men at war with good.
And some are good struggling with evil.
Six billion people in the world.
Six billion souls.
And sometimes... all you need is one.

(One Tree Hill)

Y ahora ya...

Porque al parecer se ha colado la luna por la ventana y se ha quedado a dormir. Y la oscuridad ya no es el peso del miedo. Y las paredes se han llenado de rimas y los suspiros juegan a esconderse debajo de la cama. Y disimulo la sonrisa cuando se enciende la luz y ya no quedan canciones donde esconderme de día.

Que me han cerrado las noches y no me importa. Que ya no escondo recuerdos por los cajones. Que las miradas han perdido ese brillo gris. Que al amanecer no me inundan los secretos de mis sábanas.

Y si acecha el silencio me callo y dejo que me guie la lluvia . Y si sale un tres vuelvo a tirar que no me interesa la probabilidad. Y si vuelve a nevar cierro la ventana que aquí dentro ya no hace frío.