Thursday, September 17, 2009

Building A Dunking Machine

Among the streets of my mind

Today I walked through the dark streets of my mind, in the depths of my being. I walk alone among reflections of people who once formed part of my life ... is no longer there nada.Antiguamente lamps that illuminate everything and could hear the crowd talking
... there is nothing left.

I like to run away and cross the dark horizon, but I get tired quickly, too many years of smoking my thoughts have rotten lungs and I can hardly breathe when I accelerate my pace.
try to find the place where I forgot myself and clenched teeth hurt ... I have them chopped to chew recuerdos.Me lost among the great buildings of my city, my world. I can not see the exit, I think previously had a huge park here for , with a green so intense it could blind you like the sun at
stare, it was really beautiful ... Now is not and would
mourn but is impossible, since I have no tears , my eyes dried
for errors.

not where I go, not where I come, not even if I really move. I lost the notion time, I think I closed my eyes for a moment and I've been here forever lost. Where I forgot to me? So long ago that I deviated from the path that is not where he was the source of my walk. Since then I have not done more to trip and
foray into the dark.

I want out.
need something but do what?.

Only my thoughts I smoked, chewed my memories and I cried my mistakes.

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