"He who walks with a smile fixed on him often do not realize that wearing a mask is as easy to fool yourself."
Waiting [Kaos]
The space between of us is becoming a chasm not seen you for a month but every time I see you again mirror. I see you in me by the hair and the roses bend a bit 'of the eyes downward. It scares me resemble and it scares me to remind me that I could be like you, that is why I dye your hair, I dress differently, make me as if I had to delete the similarities. Maybe, sooner or later, I I forget where I come from. I have marks on the body when the food made up for the beating, when his hands with his fingers crooked taught me that the skin is less fragile than back.
undress me is hard.
watch me hard work.
Let me look at me hard work.
I would like to tell you of my scars, how badly they are closed, how I had to heal on its own could not heal the wounds that never appeared.
More I sank with the needle, the more I suffered, the more I curled up in my pain.
More lifts, more soon forgot the pain experienced.
My biggest flaw has always been to think of being able to fix what broke, it was my heart or a piece of glass.
I could not remember more of your shoulders, how you kept the glass, how it always looks like a lot to my father. You have the same hands, the same way as ports, the same way to drink.
Luckily it started raining again and I have an excuse to put his nose to glass and stay there forever.
I need solitude.
And I need to forget death.
