From time to find I could not get that I never knew I was a mad search of a truth does not exist. From time to run all I could do was give up, then just said "Am I looking for?" Because here I am, I was tired of hiding under the sheets, mutÃlame if I said you can not do anything to stop you. So much hysteria just stay the exhaustion, and remained so manic depression only, highs and lows, joy and tears sadly mistaken expressing a million experiences.
I could not pass myself off as crazy, as crazy not pretend to be crazy obvious, are the normal posing as crazy, mad to look like common and so show that they have to cling to, only to demonstrate that follow the current. Another company empty decaying another attempt, another dirty disease, again copying one another. No asylum would be my final, let alone my start, I'm crazy and I am free, and it is enough with that. The end became the standard, and if that were not enough I never had, never I had, perhaps not so strange, maybe that's why I do not care.
excuses do not intend to, nor apologize saying "I try," is more I think I did not, I think is not struggle, I think it was enough, but it is no matter, still not a priority. As the pictures will always say more than words, are the facts that are detailed in our mind while the words wander over time. No more thinking, no more words, no more wanting, as anyone could want, the pe'o is power.
I keep looking for that I love so much, but certainly do not know what is, perhaps a song, a pebble in a shoes of others, a star or a star, perhaps a broken heart into pieces, maybe only be the infinite, or a stain on a dress, are perhaps a cuddly teddy, maybe just be my bed, or perhaps my pillow.
If you would like to continue, it would try ... Only that day I've become less masochistic, even I was innocent, but that does not take away the brave. If I want then come for me, but yes I let go, it could escape if neglected, it might not are more practical, and I locked in the attic.
11:10 pm May 26, 2008
Barqto - vzla
I could not pass myself off as crazy, as crazy not pretend to be crazy obvious, are the normal posing as crazy, mad to look like common and so show that they have to cling to, only to demonstrate that follow the current. Another company empty decaying another attempt, another dirty disease, again copying one another. No asylum would be my final, let alone my start, I'm crazy and I am free, and it is enough with that. The end became the standard, and if that were not enough I never had, never I had, perhaps not so strange, maybe that's why I do not care.
excuses do not intend to, nor apologize saying "I try," is more I think I did not, I think is not struggle, I think it was enough, but it is no matter, still not a priority. As the pictures will always say more than words, are the facts that are detailed in our mind while the words wander over time. No more thinking, no more words, no more wanting, as anyone could want, the pe'o is power.
I keep looking for that I love so much, but certainly do not know what is, perhaps a song, a pebble in a shoes of others, a star or a star, perhaps a broken heart into pieces, maybe only be the infinite, or a stain on a dress, are perhaps a cuddly teddy, maybe just be my bed, or perhaps my pillow.
If you would like to continue, it would try ... Only that day I've become less masochistic, even I was innocent, but that does not take away the brave. If I want then come for me, but yes I let go, it could escape if neglected, it might not are more practical, and I locked in the attic.
11:10 pm May 26, 2008
Barqto - vzla
