I'm watching the sun set, I'm seeing balls of light soft on me. Small particles of light makes my skin look incredibly bright, as if they had spent a layer of enamel over a nail to give the brightness that does not give a matte glaze. I lay on the couch with a song on high, with open eyes, I see a little more looking at the bright sun, until the moment I can not stand the excessive light in my eyes, and they begin to tear, and then I close them.
I think about my life while my skin glow, while the dust particles gently lit dance around me, until its brightness begins to decrease, and I realize that the sun is nearly gone altogether.
I think the possibilities, I think in this, I think in the future and how many things begin to seem superfluous over time and how I can change so much in small intervals of time, but I like the alias. I think the people who are part of my life now and that just will not do more, do I think of that now, always have and always will, think of me and I'm really living my life, or just the expectation that it beginsat some time. But it has already started some time ago, and that's what I do not understand, why does not ring true, never seemed to me.
I think about how everyone is so happy and satisfied with their lives, and realize that I do not know what to feel about mine. It's like I had frozen, stopped feeling about it, and was waiting to give my feelings in play again, at a time that I do not know what will be. I am frozen. Yeah, I'm frozen. I'm waiting for the moment that someone to come and thaw me back to my move, get out of this state of unconscious defense, and live for me, for me. I'm waiting for someone, not alone because I know I can melt the ice on which I was called some time ago by the influence of some people and my own will. I always wait for that person to unfreeze me. I do not know where she is or if it exists, but I never lose the hopes of one day be found for her, because I got tired of looking. But I'll always be waiting anxiously for his arrival. I'll always wait.
I think about my life while my skin glow, while the dust particles gently lit dance around me, until its brightness begins to decrease, and I realize that the sun is nearly gone altogether.
I think the possibilities, I think in this, I think in the future and how many things begin to seem superfluous over time and how I can change so much in small intervals of time, but I like the alias. I think the people who are part of my life now and that just will not do more, do I think of that now, always have and always will, think of me and I'm really living my life, or just the expectation that it beginsat some time. But it has already started some time ago, and that's what I do not understand, why does not ring true, never seemed to me.
I think about how everyone is so happy and satisfied with their lives, and realize that I do not know what to feel about mine. It's like I had frozen, stopped feeling about it, and was waiting to give my feelings in play again, at a time that I do not know what will be. I am frozen. Yeah, I'm frozen. I'm waiting for the moment that someone to come and thaw me back to my move, get out of this state of unconscious defense, and live for me, for me. I'm waiting for someone, not alone because I know I can melt the ice on which I was called some time ago by the influence of some people and my own will. I always wait for that person to unfreeze me. I do not know where she is or if it exists, but I never lose the hopes of one day be found for her, because I got tired of looking. But I'll always be waiting anxiously for his arrival. I'll always wait.
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