Thursday, November 09, 2006

I want to be, but i can't

I try to be... but no, my thoughts occur to the flight without having more a pencil and a paper. The tears roll, without having consolation, the torments begin, and to be troubled the heart, leaving me the mind in target, with the darkness of which it cannot be certain. That my desires were exhausted, that my forces were finished, that I encountered and that are no remedy. I continue wanting to think that all that happens, that single is by a time and that soon finished. But my words refuse, the dark becomes a mantle that chokes my hope and hatred covers my eyes. Treatment to forget the problems, the feelings s that drown to me slowly or those deceits that left that imborrable mark in my existence.

1 comment:

(/\_SomniuM_/\) said...

imborrable = uneraseable

I liked it; you write beautifully, dear.