sábado, 30 de março de 2013

Someone said

Someone said a few things about random subjects. Trying to be someone who can say anything and be something... Feeling rotten inside, deteriorated, possibly lost in the midst of so much darkness ... He said, I do not remember ... I heard? Maybe not. It was important? Maybe. Still empty ... I did not know it was painful. I like you ... Awaiting the spontaneous. Waiting for you to appear in the middle of a hellish noise and deafening voices whispering and tell me who I am. After hours, days, years will i find you? Are you there? After so many attempts, i gave up and drowned in my own misery..Hoping is my last resort. After me, you. After you, me. Together, he said.