I used to be a kaleidoscope ...
but my fear ...has left my heart....
into the mountain...
took away... every warmed feeling...
it became an hermit that praying to not meet anyone special
he practices the sabotage, because he doesnt want that his loneliness to be stolen, his deep sadness doesnt to be changed...
He would rather to commit suicide... instead of die in the hands of the Eros...
he carries pain , scars , stories ... and locks ... inside his cave....
If someone come, it will a be journey.. in my uncertainties, mysteries that I can not explain my attitudes that I do not try to understand ... even if they seem absurds...
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