Brighter Discontent...

Es esta ocasión colocaré la letra de una canción y en base a eso desarrollaré lo que se me ocurre:

Brighter Discontent <3>

Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place
A hundred times today
But the ordering of objects
Couldn't hide what's missing

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night of nothing else to do
I think I might know
What I really want
But is a brighter discontent
The best that I could hope to find?

Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I'm here staring up
At pictures on the wall
And where are you,
You're still stuck inside them all

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround me
Though there's meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Got a desk I'll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from you
On hotel stationary
From the time we first met
Whatever I can do cause
I won't throw my hands up yet

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround you
Though there's meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Well I'll be find if
I dont look around me now
Too much for what's gone
If only I can wait here just a little while
And let time pass in my room

Bryz' Thoughts

All these things should make me happy

Todas aquellas cosas deberían hacerme feliz... Ahora me pongo a pensar en todas las cosas que aprecio y por qué las aprecio. No soy una persona que le presta mucha atención a esas cosas, de hecho soy un poco materialista (cosa que realmente espero poder cambiar). Entonces hay muy pocas cosas materiales que en verdad aprecio con total resguardo. Algunas palabras en mi mente, recortes de periódicos (en los que uno de mis amigos apareció "presumiendo" su lugar en Matemáticas a nivel nacional), alguna envoltura de dulce que me dio mi "primer" novio real y que, aún a unos años de haber "roto" sigo llamándole "amor", aunque no sé si lo que siento es de verdad o no, pero sí sé que me reconforta profundamente.