All of them are bewildered ... Lately there are always at least one of them crying ... wet the other, they spread their sadness, washes windows storage place ... lets see that which was veiled, for fun or maybe not ... With each hiccup
crying, shaking the walls of your home ... off the photos and the pictures hung, burst the glass ... break small pieces from the corner that covers ...
Every tear that falls they have the ability to fill entire rooms, drowning memories, feelings destroy ...
are contemplated quietly ... Spoken with blind eyes ... do not complain ... do not yell ... feel they do not want anything because they will not keep breaking ... everything that minimally one disarms longs the rest ...
are covered with scars, some do not know how hurt they return mirror ... reflections that do not know ... wonder if anyone will be able to recognize despite the markings so I always felt quiseron and ... they were really doubt whether they will be able to continue accumulating scars before they run out of time ... The helplessness
consume ... know that there are no fairies around ... no pumpkin coaches to help them escape ... that chimeras are tyrants when they want ... they have few colors to share and when they cry, they were diluted to disappear ... it costs them to generate colors ...
I'm breaking the house thoroughly ... I mourn the pushing because I want ... I need to be carried to the solitude those who became daily and lock doors and windows ... lights go out and make me lose ...
ending need to break the house ... because that no longer fit ...
other ... They deserve a new, not in ruins ...
one that can completely ruin again ...
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