At this stage in my life I don’t think I'm going to write anything worthwhile.

domingo, 12 de mayo de 2013

Most of times I feel completely alone, not in a bad way.
Being alone is not that bad. You got time for you. How can it be bad?
I'm very comfortable with this feeling but sometimes it gets harder and my chest just breaks itself into a thousand little crystals, one of them with a diferent and beautiful colour. 
And I can see through them, and all I see is the will of living.
No physic pain. No sorrows.
I delight my glance with every sheen of my lonely soul.

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