Erase myself and let go

The best of us can find happiness in misery

We Are

In poison places

We are anti-venom

We're the beginning of the end

We are wild

we are like young volcanoes

Somos...

Somos uns pequenos nada

Look at us

Look at us, running around, always rushed, always late.
I guess that's why they call it the Human Race. 

What we crave for most in this world is Connection. For some people it happens at first sight, it's when you know, you know! It's fate working its magic and that's great for them. They get to live a Pop song, ride the express train but that's not the way it really works. For the rest of us, it's a bit less romantic, it's complicated, it's messy, it's about horrible timing and fumbled opportunities and not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it - at least that's the way it was for me.

But sometimes it slows down just enough for all the pieces to fall into place.
Fate works its magic and you are connected.
Every once in a while, in all the randomness something unexpected happens and it pushes us all forward and the truth is...
What I'm starting to think, what I'm starting to feel is that may be the human race isn't a Race at all.