lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011

If I belive that future exist, I'll get lost in interstice of my silence. I have to empty my mind, I have to kill my thoughts learning to die. I let myself flow into the most real thing there are in my feelings, all that things it seems not to be. Only in my mind is where the fears are, those who are not me and that never will be. It is now where I am, is now where I can be and where the whole universe is going to be what it is, is every now when I die and I live, and is every now where I do not want to hide.

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