9:46

Mi cuerpo es lo único que poseo, una mujer sólo con su cuerpo no puede retener los recuerdos; le pasan a través. De nada podría servir todo el pasado del mundo; lo que he comprendido desaparece con ella.
En cuanto aquél cada día se asemeja un poco más al cadáver que será...

blurry blue...

The words that flow out from his mouth to hers
the way they crush,
over someone else's misery.
perhaps.
...They slam violently but in a gentle way
or maybe they just touch each other for a second
with that familiar gaze
only to find nothingness in between...
I'M NOT REALLY SURE
whatever.

thoughts from last spring...

not feeling.

feeling, marks, evidence

desire, envy, lust

revenge, sadness, joy

freedom, great guilt

lies, pain, shame

regret, possibility

comfort, happiness

feel nothing...

orchids.

As you can steal a picture and pretend it´s yours, you can steal a thought and make it your own.
i want to be brand new...