Here is a text without beginning, this is also something I want to say no presentations, no rehearsals, no words, perhaps a single word: loneliness.
Here is something that disturbs me, intrigue and torment, something that makes me laugh and cry, that keeps me who I am or who exposes who I never wanted to be. It was just a thought, now feeds her routine, suck it up, dominates the fattening.
words floating in my mind, and told me things that make me think, something of who I am, who I seem be. But the truth is harsh and cruel, because it makes more sense simply because they do not know who I am and who I want to be much less.
empty, sad and maybe a little pain. If I was who I think would not be lonely.
Here is something that disturbs me, intrigue and torment, something that makes me laugh and cry, that keeps me who I am or who exposes who I never wanted to be. It was just a thought, now feeds her routine, suck it up, dominates the fattening.
words floating in my mind, and told me things that make me think, something of who I am, who I seem be. But the truth is harsh and cruel, because it makes more sense simply because they do not know who I am and who I want to be much less.
empty, sad and maybe a little pain. If I was who I think would not be lonely.
