Inside

Maybe my problem is the rush.

I'm in no hurry to start, to continue hurry, hurry to finish.

I have difficulty appreciating the moments slowly, and when they end, I get all nostalgic, living in the past. I just really appreciate my moments when they are gone. I appreciate them in my mind, the way I kept the memories, the way my eyes understood, or simply witnessed.

I talk a lot when I'm with people, but when I'm alone, I look like a rock. What I have a happy, smiling, talkative and spontaneous in public, I have a quiet, still and quiet solitude. I closed my mind and do not give room for anyone to enter. Often people approach, pass me, talk to me, but the shadow that puts my mind in my eyes will not let me see. If the people around me see me when I'm like this, cut off relations. No one can stand in my moments derived from a stone.

And even a person as I am in a hurry, even in my moments of stone'm not calm. I'm the kind of person who walks down the street like a desperate, as if the world was ending. Ando fast even if not delayed, because there is one of the few thing I takes me to do: leave home.

The rush haunts me, part of me, takes away my ability to appreciate the moments of my life. Maybe it's because I have had some really nasty moments, bad, which made ​​me wish with all my heart that would end soon. And now, I live in automatic, hurry up with that should not have.

Maybe so, or maybe I'm just a person with no patience even with the new madness, the transformations, but nourishes within himself, so many ghosts of the past.

My head is even an animal, so savage and brutal that one day will still feed me.