quinta-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2009


I need you so much that, in your absence, I got to fight against the urgence to hurt myself. And that's the only truthful fact inside the haze fog of my thoughts, trying to deal with your gone. If this continues, if this time perpetuate, echoing all this emptiness in my home, in my room, in your empty house, so I will have to find a way to find you in this vacuum. Even if I have to pass through the lands of insanity, hurting my chest and tearing my heart in the edges of each word that forms your sharp goodbye, your illusory presence will be by my side, in the cover of my mind.