No moods worse than themselves, no ??... No better demitificaciones those who feel up when you breathe, it hurts the eyes, nails, hurt from the inside out ... hurt ... I could not run away ... do not let me ... I do not know if because of my childish or access of maturity (which I doubt deeply) ... the childishness of those around me and make me more confused than I get on my own ... my hopes that some day someone will have secure an attitude with me ... maybe because of the simple fact that I care more than I that I care ... or because I tangled myself without much notice me and when I wanted to give the first stride ... I fell ...
Everywhere you look, there are sketches of what would be rushed or ... there should be huge and detailed sketches of what I long for it to be ... no final drafts of my infinite and intertwined ideas of what it is ... but nothing is concrete ... nothing really all together and makes it more than an intangible ... I have that damn predisposition to collect intangible ...
had the task of think it was going to do this week ... my "cult" had entrusted to me as an obligation ... but I could not think ... I can not think ... because beyond being in a minefield in which things operate all the time around me, I had the silences that need to do it ... or because I broke on my own in an effort to delay it postponed, or that broke for me in knowing what will or what loyalty abstract desire ...
I can not choose ... I realized that although he wants to run and I can not ... but I do not seek to evade goes well and I have no desire ... I ran out of time in limbo and I'm standing in the place I have less desire to be ... where missteps are a pit that swallows my time and desire without any compassion ... a well where there is no room for absolutely none of my children or my tyrant inconsistent protective ... Yesterday
did not want to see how it flies when you wake up the vile and tyrants with no one pursuing him ... I keep hitting to see how l @ s otr @ s flee ... I finished watching ... and lately inadvertently I spend a lot of things ... not how ...
I'm still obsessed with the colors ... I still can not recover that lost ... I still want to paint everything that is not painted ... to order in the chaos that it only rains on the minds of some ... to locate better what is assumed to have no place but I want to have it ... maybe, says DL . "are the monochrome (conscious for me) puganmos color which" ... we are and we are more than broken ...
the damn ...
