odor, no need, there is nothing because thoughts are dead.
listen.
understand. seat. But everything is alien to me. Argument
a film that is not mine.
not understand.
Sometimes my thoughts are triggered and hit
way through my brain,
so fast that I am unable to prevent meaningless,
to find the link that gives them access, readability, consistency .
Maybe that's why my way of writing is so peculiar.
Although never able to write everything I feel or if I feel I have clear everything I write,
as the words flowan imminent, rapid and ephemeral
my fingers and I have not always clear what they mean. Extreme
and complicated. extremely complicated.
hate this state of mind where my emotions are out of my own mind
and get me a cloth
arañaa a helpless fly.
Complicated or complex. Complicated
me. Complex
my life. O my circumstances.
I'm tired, tired of not finding the meaning.
Tired of not finding the link. Tired
that nothing is right or legible, the vacíoy the unconscious indifference.
What I can do?
Q "
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