when is it now

mercredi 19 décembre 2012

there about a year, I was a year younger, what it does, it does not matter, even if my body is destroyed little by little, I'm still in the acceptance of my life, I well thought out and I agreed, life is strange, everything goes, there is nothing left, and I advance slowly, this is my reality, she began one day, not one I was born when I was born, I did not know life, I met one day, this day continues for twenty years, this is a great day with a lot of force, he goes, he goes, we do not know far, it is not serious, it is now that it happens, an attempt to break rocks, it is soft, you may dig, attention to the slope, it slips, it happens elsewhere printing, cold shower, for it is against the current flood risk, but, increasingly, less envy, when I pass I crush the flowers, then this is how I envi but I 'm so close to it, so I feel like missing days are blocked, nothing happens, you wait, but the choice is made, it led me for years, now I understand that I arrived at the top of the confiscated envy, it could hurt if I fall from above, but I do not know how, I am not very happy, I should be careful, but life happens if quickly, and years to get there between even moments easily around impassable mountains, is the ability to go far

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