I think we may be living in Delusionville, where we all are participants of a great collective hallucination. This oasis still has those we lost in it, as if nothing had ever happened to them. Somewhere along the way we chose to hang on to what we wished not to miss. And they stayed, the people and the facts, summoned by our own fear and selfishness. We are scared shitless of letting go and trying to be what we should have already become.
And that's what's killing us.
And that's what's killing us.
2 comments:
Tan optimista como siempre, verdad, Albeta?
Ahora me dirás algo del tipo: "Ficción, nena, ficción", y kerrás eskakearte del asunto :P
Weno, supongo ke todos tenemos nuestros demonios ke exorcizar mediante la escritura :-)
Besín. Ayer te di toke para hablar x MSN pero estabas "muy ocupada".
:P
Por supuesto. What do you mean by it? :P
La verdad es que este trocet salió de algo que se me pasó por la cabeza que no tenía nada que ver conmigo... creo. Who knows. Anyway, cowardness is kinda my new fascination.
Mine, I mean :P
!!! Se me olvidó completamente, estaba ocupada cuando vi el toque y luego se me fue el santo al cielo. Hm, sorry.
Mig petò
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