Today was a cold and very rainy day, seems like winter arrived before... But I like it. Sometimes feel the coldness of the air could make you more clever and that's good. Coming back home, thinking about why i never chose to grow up... I tried to search for some reasons, but no-one could say the words that I wanted to hear... It was like a scream to emptiness. I don't feel bad for that, I just wanted to know the reasons why, try to understand the words that people say when they're sad, trying to understand how the world change under our feet, like everything. Like you, like me.
But the answers are too far from our side, distant, apart of what eyes cannot see, and the heart cannot feel. Finally when you get the answers, you know that isn't what you've been expected, so you could go out, and leave what you had in the same place, leaving behind your fears, and trying to never go back. Since you could do that, something inside of you is growing up. So, Why I never chose to grow up? it's a ask that would disappear from above your life.
It's easy to see the dark side of life, but how many of you can see the other side knowing and believe in what his eyes decide to show them? Maybe the answer will be silent, silent like the autumn that very soon will leave us...
Do you want to know what your eyes have to show you? Do you want to know how people lives killing theyself just trying to survive? Do you want to see how justice creates murderer inside the world? Do you know how poverty is killing us? How the childs are born to be a warriors of the greatest war, The Hunger?
...If this are what my eyes have to show me, I prefer be blind, be blind to all the world.
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Ola flaquilla loquilla, como os anda? ojala que bien po, no fuiste hoy dia y te estuvimos esperando po, pa la otra al menos avisa.
flaca te dije que adoro your nose y que me gusta lo que escribi, pero para serte sincero no caxo mucho ingles =/
nos vemos.
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