Back to the street and pick up 20,000 pounds
is entering me
like steam I can enter without tactile awareness is
truth is what I know now I was done
but most importantly, what I myself have done
er there is no going back no
images that haunt me every minute I can not erase the past
every moment ...
becomes a lock to my soul becomes
chain ...
I can not learn from the mistakes
I can not understand things through the pain
and are not the only
for a person feel so afraid, so afraid that is not enough to understand
resentment for another try because it is not really what he wants to be and then there
the third ... Some things never go as they should, as you deserve
walking down the street Always secure children especially infants
lump in my throat
there are things that I can no longer hide
there are a few hours instead of then there will be only in my
the culmination of a distracted reflection
the results of a planned distraction
the image of a little heart that he never started beating
I do not want to start over from scratch ... I
basically I have nothing
throws me an opportunity of a new project
new people with new ideas with which to create ..
no
my good is what we have I
but I discovered that what I want never existed in this world ... then
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