It's never enough

It's the light infront of me what is blinding my senses now. Is the feeling what makes my head hurt. It's the noise of fast cars and lovers what makes me sick. The silence in your mouth, the noise in your eyes. The fight that makes my tongue when tries to make it work. Is in the words that you don't say and in the way that I make you spell them. It's in the face of all of us when I find the phrase that make it worth it. The phrase that one day used to make me sing and go nuts about life and all that it represents. There's some words that we all need to hear. An old man, an old woman, a new born child or even a crazy pervert. We all need it. I'm saying it, bit by bit I'm saying it. I'm giving it little by little I'm giving it. I'm leting it go, bit by bit I'm leting you go. The wind blows so hard, make my hairstyle go awful, make me close my eyes and picture something else, something better. Picture how the wind blows so hars that rip your presence our of my body. Blows so hard that make those words go far away, where they must be. I look at the sky, so empty but so full of life. God knows what happen up there. The fights between winged angels and aphrodisiac gods. The war between what's good and what's better or healthier. The fight between lovers that couldn't be lovers at all. The sky. So empty but so full. It's the biggest thing in the world but we still have something in common. So much feelings in it, so much changes and attitudes, colors and phases. It's very big but still little if you compare it with the universe that is beyond him. Just like us. Even God may feel little if he gets to compare. He might even feel sad, so sad. It's never enough. It's never enough words and sighs. It's never enough being what we were mean to be. There's never enough laughs and joys. Kisses may be a lot but still not enough. Hands, what if we had four of them? But we don't, they're not enough. Eyes, how about a couple in the back to see how we're treated while we're not seeing? But we don't have them. They're not enough. Legs, a faster ones, to run from those that hunt us with no explanation. But we don't have them. What we have is not enough. Is never enough. Now when I'm still blind because of the light, there's not a stronger light that make it all blind, make it all dark and quiet. Note even the bad stuffs seem to be enough. The noise is not enough to make me deaf and blow my head. The trip is never long enough to stop and stare all that we've come to see. Those words that you barely say can't seem to be enough to close that door in that room in that house where my feelings lay dying and can't be locked and burn until they come into ashes. But still if they were ashes they'll come right to my face because of the wind that blows in my face and hurt me one more time. I'm so confused, nothing seem to be where it must be. Nothing hurts enough. No one loves enough. And this words will never be enough either.