And then I wonder why I fear both schizophrenia.
I see a wall, some will be purple, others have "better" opinions (those who consider oxymoronic I mean.)
not used close to them, in fact it is my will engulfed the guilty, as when I read this book of simple writing and reading comfortable silence filled my life with the next bed empty, that it promised, but was alone , which brought back memories of what will no longer just before reaching the door ajar to allow the intrusion of sound, silence for me. Just in my quiet
was outside when the weather intervened with my lethargy, someone was in a hurry.
- Come on, come on, now, so seize the day.
words. Discomfortades that intruded into the opening of the door - if only we had closed, "I thought - or at least - I think now, - could have got to be asleep or deaf or something beating immerse myself, close my beautiful book and go .
heard voices in the car, talking of trivialities, from time to time some laughter, but not those who spread it to one, but sinister laughter, aggressive, complicit. Were two women laugh and brightening up the background noise of so distressing sound. She sat alone in the car, in the middle part - laughing woman in the back, everything has parts. My legs were leaning one on each seatback front (supported from the knees down, almost like a western.)
had a black dressvery short and dark glasses, or perhaps it was my view that chose not to see, and can not remember.
-Che, then pass me your drugs, I suddenly said one arm around my shoulders, perhaps trying to simulate a hug, but even that hope of my ghosts, "that you distrust me," he said.
tried to take my mind of such a hostile situation and had no better idea than you think, at the corner of me that believes and trusts, blind, hoping that you can not harm me, or at least pretend not being too trusting and desiring quuizás in my best company.
No, I could not bear another ghost tormenting.
I came to the desert, sand, animals, cannibals of my mental world, sadistic world of my affections.
I'm finally sitting alone, sometimes my ghosts socialize with each other or simply run out of anything to say.
"Give me your drugs, then I'll take you anywhere.
was too much to ask to leave ... I do not remember if I ate or not, I canceled my body until I can see you.
I was looking for you, remember you beautiful car was almost convinced that yes you were there, I decided, I trusted. The encentro was agreed, I knew your address, I seemed to remember your touch.
There it was, with my cigarette, my dress, my ghosts, I was alone, waiting for your appearance, as before. Every time I look afraid not show up and my ghosts are the place where I will end.
There it was, and no cigarettes on my leash, with my drug of his back, with the sounds
