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Solo quiero hundirme en mi cama, disiparme en mis sueños y no despertar en un buen tiempo...

Headache ---> Conversations kill

Mad world

Do we all live in a very very mad world or it is just my imagination? Sometimes I think it is just my imagination, but there are things that make me doubt it. Everything is not in my mind and I'm not so crazy as I pretend to be. We live in a mad world and it unbalances me.
I'm not an insane persona who lives in a correct world, I'm a conscious person who lives in a very insane world.
I'll try not to think and just feel the breeze through the window...

"(...) I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying
are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to take
when people run in circles.
It's a very, very mad world(...)"

No speaking

How does it feel when your eyes can't see a thing because of the tears? And how about when the tears fall down on your lunch and you have to eat it pretending that everything is ok?
Or how does it feel when you are in the toilet about to do something that you shouldn't do and bursts out crying?
One week of no speaking and it will continue...

Everybody is around me and I don't plan to say a thing. I'm owner of my voice and I'll won't pronounce a word if I don't want to do it.

"In my mind, not forgotten
Feel as though, a tooth were rotten
Behind the smile, a tongue that's slipping
Buzzards cry, when flesh is ripping
See the cycle I've waited for
It ain't like that anymore"

Loser

Nos buscamos defectos y en la búsqueda nos perdemos. ¡Y vaya que nos estamos perdiendo!

...losing the feeling and the spirit

No nightmare

After many time, today [I went to sleep about 2:00am] was the first time I did not have a nightmare. Also, I learnt to use the phrase "I'm fond of you" - Thanks crazy American friend! ^_^

SOME PEOPLE ROCK MY WORL!

The last thought

Ayer mi prima me contaba entre lágrimas que se salvó de un aparatoso accidente en la carretera. Ella iba en un taxi junto a dos tías rumbo a su casa, cuando de pronto una de mis tías sintió un bulto abajo del taxi. Esta se alarmó y le pidió al taxista que parase, pero no podía: el tronco de un árbol se había incrustado y este había perdido el control del vehículo. El auto se balanceaba de un lado al otro y parecía que se volcaría. Ellas gritaban entre lloros, le pedían al conductor que parase y oraban. Mi prima me dijo que le preocupaba que otro carro viniese intempestivamente y chocara contra el taxi, pero sobre todo le aterraba no volver a ver a su pequeña hija de ocho meses. Pedía: “Por favor, pare. Por favor, quiero volver a ver a mi hija”, ante lo cual solo atinó a tomar su celular y ver la foto que tenía de ella como fondo de pantalla. Gracias a Dios el taxista pudo parar el auto y sacar el tronco. Llegaron a casa a salvo, pero mi prima aún estaba afectada por lo sucedido. Cuando fui a visitarla y entré a su cuarto la encontré en su cama junto a su hija y con lágrimas en los ojos. “Solo quería ver a mi hija de nuevo”, me dijo. Fue una par de minutos o quizás menos, pero le pareció eterna esa situación.

En la madrugada no podía dormir, como de costumbre, y me puse a pensar en lo que le pasó e imaginarme en su lugar y entonces me vino una pregunta a la mente: Si estuvieras cerca a la muerte ¿quién sería la última persona en la que pensarías?

Galaxie

In my dreams I was listening to this song while I was seeing many unreal imagenes that came to me as if there were part of my memories. Inside me I knew those were unreal, but I was so comfortable that prefered to think they were not. Then when I was awake I decided to surf the internet and found a phrase:

"(...)life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves." Bill Hicks

Sometimes I get lost in my dreams thinking they are real even when I wake up I have that sensation. Often It takes to me some minutes to get conscience of reality. Sometimes I think that reality is what my brain produces as dreams.

"Is it the place that I want to be? Is it you what I want to see? Holding on, hold it high, show me everything. And you're leaving me yeah you're leaving me. You're leaving me with a hated identity (...) I'm more at home in my galaxie."

You know you're right

Maybe i'm the most insane person i know...

maybe i'm not the most insane person i know, but i feel like one...

maybe i just need a cigarette and a drink...

or maybe i just need to sleep a while

I will move away from here. You won't be afraid of fear. No thought was put into this. I always knew it would come this. Things have never been so swell. I have never failed to feel PAIN...