Bliss

Suddenly, I felt so happy today, but I know it hasn't happen yet.


I'm just searching for my bliss. And I still haven't found what I'm looking for, what ever it is actually.





So I googled it. And this what came.





Na verdade, uma das imagens que veio, das primeiras, não é o papel de parede do Windows XP? Que ironia, Bliss seria comprar um software original?





E o que é felicidade para você?



So then I went to The Free Dictionary and searched for Bliss.



I don't know. To me maybe it was something bigger. Or a greater feel of what it's now. I think I need more. Or I refuse to believe this is the best I've done. Even though I thought I had found it on someone. But now it's different. 'Cause he's gone, and I've fled too.

The weird part is, in my mind, when someone is looking for it, it's because there's a lacking, there's an emptiness. And I don't feel anything's missing.


Factualmente.

I have fled indeed.

Ouvindo Bliss, por Tori Amos.

Ouvindo Bliss, por Muse.

Ironicamente duas músicas bem obscuras, que falam de tudo menos do tema do título. Se bem que o contraste...