Some time ago I believed that the unrest that has always distinguished it vanished one day, the day I'd find a quiet job of responsibility but, on the day that my continuous concussion would end in "mass grave" of 8 hours per day, the day that I would end wait for the sun to fade out of the house to live your life, the day that I had found a "right" person but ... The newspaper
you back to reality, ugly and smelly, do you think those 25 minutes of bliss will fill the rest of your life but ... Your torment
also affects those around you, is rampant and infectious .. I pull myself back, I should feel insulted or gratified if I can influence those around me? I feel my soul vibrate like the strings of a bass, I can not find the words to express what's inside me for that person, then I'm quiet, but I would scream, but I note I scan analyze, and I see the details, details caxxo usual, break into the framework, overlook the artwork obvious, and I wonder how many details "important" I can bear? How long before I have to decline the invitation, as I have time because the indifference took possession of me, again, fucked up everything, as usual, I might add .... It's raining outside and dark, the My room is illuminated by light from the monitor as many as 19 inches ... and I think caxxo I do with a 19-inch monitor when my demons I used to darken the mind, when I have a wild life I'm trying to regularize and more I do, the more I seem to flatten out, to extinguish a flame, I know, has already happened and is repeating itself ... sure is that I'm changing sensitivity, for many things now I will not even look sad, for others I tear down a virtual ever .... then I would say go to a concert in which till the last moment you would not have wanted to go and that's where you see a lot of things, many will never change and I'll take with you, you to torment the other end of days and miss the fact that you'll think the most serious problems that arise every day ... and vascular delucidante was a myth but a caxxo test that tells you the truth, and the bangs in the face without sweeteners .. ..
Mah .. CIA!
0 comments:
Post a Comment