14 de diciembre de 2015

Ieap

Yep.
Another end.
Another beginning.
We focus on the sun.
On the distant sun.
And we feel empty.
And we feel away.
And we want to touch it, yes we want it.
My precious.
And smell it.
And fuck it.
But here we are.
Watching and feeling this.
Inside, only by inside.
And the cloud moves forward.
And the cloud hides the sun.
And reality turns to gray.
And we look down.
The feets are in the ground.
So we close our eyes, for a second.
Then we look at the mirror.
We look around.
And everyone has slept.
No one left to be.
Nothing left to drink.
So we turn to ourselves.
We take another death.
We know this is for good.
I try to tell me I have to think.
And I think is time to breathe.



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