Silenciosa.
PequeΓ±a.
Humilde y sencilla.
AsΓ como los caminos de la mente.
Convergente.
Protegida.
Inaccesible y real.
Y en medio de toda esta quietud
surge un laberinto de pensamientos
que se separan y se juntan continuamente.
De inmediato llega al cielo y sus infinitas formas.
La realidad adormecida
desdibuja la existencia.
Donde todo termina siendo una hermosa fantasΓa.
For those who are new to this blog.
This writing is merely a window
into thoughts in only parts of my day.
Moments.
Where I spill here what I can't spill elsewhere.
Because I thought here was safe.
But I guess it's not.
Oops!
And let's face,
I'm still feeling out what "this place" is.
Am I happy? Am I sad?
It's not as simple as that.
I suggest going all the way back
to the beginning posts before making judgement.
It's not all doom and gloom stories around here.
I'm just in a rough patch at some point or another.
You can't define a person by a few little sad posts.
Maybe I need to stop being so open
about what I feel in a dark moment.
And screw those of you who can't understand that.
Sighs* just thinking again I seem to be doing that a lot lately....
Well done.
You really disappointed me
and at this point.
My interest is entirely gone.
Wrote this not last night but the night before last when I couldn't
sleep. It's about certain things that have happened recently... sighs*
