Thursday, February 28, 2008

How Long Does It Take For Hair Thicken

Letter to the past - (I will not be able you can kiss)


A farewell never looked for, but today feels more tangible than the gulf that separates us. All these words I was slowly accumulating in the walls of my room are you meant, but I never had the courage to do, like kisses on my skin that were prisoners. And now that I think, life is but a dream, a dream that you have already attracted ... I try not to regret for being such a coward, so weak, so fragile, not to tell you through every one of those words, I love you crammed over me not forget the "you are my sunshine" near "you has become my all, "and the tears that once permeated the life got the better of me, while life was stronger than you, and that inadvertently wrote the world's largest hate," left me, damn selfish ... Your

forces vanished in the time you closed your eyes and you gave into the unknown. Today I remember that you were never alone, we always were the two simply forget that we were one, and we parted. This is not a letter for you, is a letter for me to make me understand that I have you no more, you disappeared and neither you nor I were able to realize only when we react too late, and I lost, I lost.

Life becomes so complicated that at one point everything becomes absurd, and I only have the desire to want to go with you, and I have nothing left worth fighting for, and not a kiss is good now because I know you are not. Since I have nothing to want, I have no strength to walk, not a life to go. Everything is in order, so calm, so warm, yet I feel empty, and I have no reason to stay, I know it's selfish, but I try to understand Why you and not me?.

The day you said: "I want to be with you for all eternity damn, I thought you know, you thought ... But now I understand it was not very seriously, you forgot to do so and leave me in the first attempt. Look in the mirror trying to find your face, like those times looking lost you sank into it. But you are no longer, and only sometimes when the weather is good I feel your aroma, your purity close to me, I like to believe you are here, but I regret to say that is just part of my imagination. Sometimes I look for an excuse to believe that you burn in flames just because it's just, life is always just and when you wake up and charges you bill.

Be fair or not is not important, look for a reason, to escape without shame, without fear scream, feel the wind, live for the first time, that's the important thing I know, I have only fear to start to live without you I realized that never were indispensable for me, and understand that we are all disposable, and you did me, and I feel that I will with you. And

inadvertently without accepting it at all, without realizing, your memories, your smile, your looks, your words, your lips, your bloody lips, your smell, your walk, your joy short-lived and the way how to accept the reality whatever, they go little by little about me, are moments that destilled in time, and cleared my mind giving way to other things, perhaps simpler, perhaps less important, but as part of my present, my now.

Kisses that were stored in a drawer, lips that now refuse to die knowing that they were never able to kiss you. Hugs not reached their destination, coupled with knowing glances anything. I could not see you'd go, and now I'm charging so would ... Still can not get figure out who to hate more, because you leave or me to let you go ... If you still stay by my side, please wake me, just as you wake up, when I turn your life ignoring my heart. Cursed

defect was stronger than I am, your cut will look like you left in my soul, and although they are difficult to see, burn like hell itself, burning from the inside out, and my phone does not ring, but although I know I will not get anything even waiting for your response. Your thousands of freckles fade one by one, red hair or was it brown?, As it does not matter, I have forgotten as well as your eyes and lips, as your belief and your desire to protect myself, knowing full well that I must protect.

Now there are only wanting to remove your name permanently from forgetting I ever thought that we were one, without being really, who loves you so desperately to forget to include you in the package, you never knew what I felt for you, and and now that I know of no good, I will not be able to kiss you.


02/29/1908 01:06 PM

Barqto - Vzla

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Qoutes For Ill Family Members

... We met again


not find a way to say how I feel. I just want to try to find the beginning, a start in order to understand once and for all ... I think I'm doing a lot of important things with my life, and undoubtedly go the way I want, but sometimes I feel that my life is crumbling , everything is chaos, that nothing is in order, and it is only an illusion , a way to cheat making me believe that all is well, proceed to .

I have everything under control , but is hopelessly out of hand I do not know how to continue hiding so many things, saying and many others, continued How deceiving, believing that nothing has happened?. No way, no reason, no precise or exact there is no why, no how, just everything is acceptable as it is, and start to have problems with that, things begin to wonder , and expect answers, wait and wait and wait for anything because they never get those answers.

all starts to come together, and I can not find a way to remove whatever was originally separated. My life is nothing but a game, a damn game that I do not want to play , and start to wonder and ... If not there?, "If you were not here? , Does anyone know the difference?, Anyone would realize that no longer exists?, It is most likely yes, but really not how I want to ask the question, just trying to fool not to think something that makes me feel worse, but in reality Are you'd realize that no longer exists? , really Am I important to you?. I

order, protocol, a procedure for the first time in my life I really want it, want to start from zero, zero really, I know it sounds absurd, and it is not possible, but somehow as I close every door ajar I left my life ' waiting for the possibility of something that just hurts me, hurts me ', I close everything I have left unfinished for fear of truncated the possibility of a different future, but for the first time, I have the urge to smoke, because I feel that without it I can not keep growing.

hurts in every way imaginable, hurts me to see you, feel you near, know you're there, it hurts me to hear you talk , I stuck the words, and just keep thinking, I do damage, and start to feel silly, hypnotize me, you have a strange effect on me is something stop feeling any . Precisely this is the first door I want to seal, so that the demons that are inside can not ever leave, you no longer want to watch, and hate one by one the times and I saw that day most wanted to be my hero , I hate them because I know you never really had.

and unavoidably, I discovered that these doors that I thought I had closed still open. I close cycles, closing so many things, to continue with my life ... But I find it very difficult, if the past haunts me, that hunter attacks his prey, but I know that at some point I will get the balance I seek, the best way to stop those things that I do not remember in place, and of course leave you tied to the past, not having you in my mind anymore ... curse the hour I met again.



Barquisimeto 24/Feb/08 12:16 p.m. - Vzla

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Pinguecula During Fasting

Under My Sheets


I wish I could stay in the shower as long as necessary, until the weather becomes millennium. Still, feeling the cold maned go my skin, burning my whole being. I feel like shortness of breath, and my breathing starts to become more difficult, as if everything had gone silent, causing the end of it all.

Water through my body, Abbe without limitation all my fears. Clean the darkness that is increasingly noticeable, clean I be an infinite number of evils. I do not want to leave, I want to stay here in the shower, her hair in his face, waiting to be done tomorrow. My hands were numb more by fear than by the cold, I stopped feeling, and my soul is naked, as naked as ever has been, so bare that I feel vulnerable, I have fear that someone might hurt me, I will not be seen in this state, the purity has hurt me.

My bad thoughts go down the drain, falling without fear in the pit of hell. I do not want to be seen this way, I have shame of my nobility. So pure, I feel that I am not, I do not want to show to a million idiots, holding a huge placard with words of apology, announcing my resignation, only to protect my heart. I still wonder if it was over, why I still use the tape you gave me?, Do not understand what the point is, I guess with this cleanup, hidden feelings are out, and even dream you dream prohibited.

I'm still looking for a place to hide, where nobody can find me ... The eyes burn my skin and I am much purer today than yesterday. The water continues through my body, following the contour of my skin, soaking my sorrows, drowning my reason for being. I want to run without stopping, and never look back, feel safe, where you could leave out a part of me, where silence is the loudest that may exist where there is no one and nothing, not to be disturbed.

Now as soon as possible, I have to exit the bathroom, and run without stopping until my room, introducing me to the bed and protect me under the sheets. Because that is where I feel safe, hidden in silence within the 4 walls, being really me. And I discovered that there is no place more secure than this, because nobody knows the confidence that I have, and how good I feel, therefore I am not hiding anything ... It is only under the sheets Ato.


3:02 a.m.. 17/Feb/08

Barqto - Vzla

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Harlem Globetrotters Pinball Machine





When words run out,
When the destination is over,
I look forward
And I can not see anything.

When silence is everything,
When my hands can not feel,
When the breath of existence
's gone forever.

When there is no tomorrow,
When the sun is gone,
When loneliness just not going
unavoidably And the truth is lost.

When I do not know what to write,
When love no longer fills me
When the music and or understood
And all the feelings become stone.

When I do not know if they exist,
When dying is like living,
When I feel empty
And words no longer want to go.


2:54 pm.
7-Feb-08
Barqto - Vzla