lost in translation

I believe that more than half of my personality was molded by nirvana. how i used to listen to them and cry when i was alone at my house. how i used to take his picture with me to school because he was THAT important to me. how i read and read heavier than heaven again and again.

you see, i don't remember most of my teenege years, and i spent them here, on tumblr. but what i do remember the most is loving him so deeply and knowing anything would ever be the same.

i learned about nirvana when i was 11. now i'm almost 26, i live with my loving girlfriend in our apartment, we have too cats and our lives are pretty cool. but every year, on february 20h and april 05th i cry, and i remember who i was and how my life has changed after listening to the man i sold the world for the first time on mtv.

sometimes i'm scared i might feel like that sometimes, but then i think about how my life is now and how he was never able to leave his demons behind. he never had the oportunity of changing, but i have.

sometimes i'm also scared that listening to nirvana will make me go back to that dark and foggy teenegerhood, but i love them so deeply that i don't mind some hours in the darkness again.

for me, everything about kurt is a mix of love and sadness, sappy

it doesn't matter how many years go by, he will always be my hero, he will always be my first obsession,

my first love.

that's for you, kurdt kobain,

from the deepest part of my heart.

Not a thought behind those eyes