when is it now
samedi 5 octobre 2013
I believe it is possible to eat every day, it is a matter of envy like going from time to time to see her mother , because the father is dead, it is a reality that includes the outward journey , a glass of wine in hand I think of those early years where everything was easy , simple juvenile reactions, but when I realize the consistency of the bitterness I can not help thinking to myself , in fact I am so close to the chance that a few times I get burned and I need time to want to come back , teeth falling , idiots laughing, falling bodies , hot sauce , mothers who crying children singing , everything is from now before I can not remember , it was boring , I hope one day I can just look at me without thinking of anything else, for the moment I have to count up to 3 , it's been years that it lasts , I wished I had, and I do not expect anything else , life happens, and it will pass anyway I like it or not , so why choose , but there is something that bothers me is the price of bread when you want to eat something other than the deviance , and then thin , if the square is huge it's probably for a reason, I do not try to explain , I see the differences, interests , benefits, soups, noodles, Disaster , masks everything that walks , runs, flies , falls , gets up after a sleepless night and Occasionally a good night to recover, but this is perhaps not what is done best with two pistons in prison, why I do not want to go over the line, always be in my law, which is also that the inhabitants of the earth, because for at least a thousand years there has laws that regulate conflicts when they are unable to raise the necessary funds , but there is always a way out , to outside finally, this is the end, we go outside ,
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