FW222

FW222

I know it is not easy. I think a lot will not be said, very well what will be will not be understood. Reject. Vehemently reject what I want impoverishes. The banal things have no place in the heart there is much excitement. What we see at a glance can make us the heart. He can not take it, do not want to see, but feel what your eyes see. Never open the eyes of the heart because it can no longer see and is suffering. I am here. Do you see me? I think not! Can you feel me? I also think not! What do you see in me? Um, I was not here for you esquecesses me, can not stand not having you, because what unites us sometimes separates us, but I tell you I’m here. I will not pretend I will write and let it flow. What I write is undoubtedly a tear. As I wrote a tear as she is, sad, lonely, wet, loose. Let me wipe your tears, your pain, your sorrow, your loneliness, this suffocating it is to be alone. Let me lick your tears, I drink the pain you feel Alone, alone. Me, this is me, just me! How am I? Just me. The feeling expands to truly feel the pain. How it feels to us. I think of is to go beyond what comes from abroad. Inward know I exist, to exist for others just look at us, but I never see the same pages that loose, loose leaf, loose sentences, loose pages, looseleaf, loose sentences, I want everything to come loose, do not want saving anything, I empty myself, just so evoluirei that everything I write, everything evaporize, the letter esvaísse pain one more sentence, every word your pain, I write to free myself. Do not want to suffer. Another day in the morning, the fresh morning air, noisy too. I want the night, silent night, where I see the dark light you bring with you. Let’s join the silence and darkness. Let’s do the blackout light. Verses, songs, charms, spells, poems, phrases. I want to be your light in the dark night. As I let myself go in the deep recesses of the high tides play harps Mermaid. I want to stay and look at you, without telling you what I’ll write. To never forget you. Nothing! Wanted nothing The purpose of these words is null. I do not want you to read, also no longer want to write that one day you want to say. But now only wanted a little of nothing. Do not know if you will read, much less understand what I have to tell you. What I want you to notice is that entendas and accounts, but accounts for me and then you can tell me. But do not tell anyone. I’ll wait for death decepe me. Death? There is no death! And this is always present. I’m not afraid of death but of losing you. Not something that hurt me, but the experience of having and not having is the difference of being, how can this be so? I want nothing, because very little and I want nothing, I repeat nothing I want, when I did not know everything and now I know what I want for nothing, reject what is not there, I’ll be free, free of everything I ties and will drop me bitterness, that is have. Just, just want to be! Can I just be me? Yes I do and nothing else, that this also do not want anything. “Timeless” Hit and started beating incessantly pounded with unprecedented flow of an anomaly or injured then one day opened no more going back to do it was to open and close in an instant as I will pronounce, was mine, but always in my Your order it, you and me in one word then the heart! The deep sadness of being It is not known to be attentive and learn to live with your intimate behold the pit is tiny and have to belong is something that always fades like that in abdicating is no reluctance in essence only want to be is from the self that can see deep inside ourselves and then we see that there is nothing so inferior as manifest higher behold a clear thinking, which does not cease to express how much lower is the level at which we will see as the best place to be superior, is increasingly close to the infinitesimal always know utopian behold be born, live and learn, and when you really know and realize that much walked away from everything and know your own being what changed? Everything in my world speechless! Why? Because I’m willing to change and face everything but almost everything coming from my world my world silent? It is the intellect that tells me to act in the most correct! Imagine?! A dimension of the stratosphere, boundless expansion comes disillusionment Magic timelessly unavailable at the illusion itself always with the dark appearance of the illusion of real word now pronounced disappointment; generated dora the inner conflicts of the simple agony that beats any harmony. Enigmatic, profound and sensitive lo energy non-binding letter more letters or letter very little word. Here is a menhir that will sedimenting and writing much in little is said. In vain, many things will emerge will be those that leave you, others will not stand. To tell you the biggest bully will be for a fighter, but I “use” that few will stand, but those inside the smallest value that the come inside only you can get. Live, grow, learn, and always utopian little background knowledge. Here’s a day for a little bit, wanting just one more learn that writing was to unify the knower of the common knowledge of scientific knowledge, both are explained only with the profound wisdom that is read + I’ll start where I want to finish. The smoke expands the interior of my room. For my interior too, this is violated. I want to break up with you and others. I’ll get? Strength, strength and force that haunts me and tells me to move forward without fear! You’ll end my days before. All exterior I will reject, how I feel … I do not know, but here I’ll let my little story is on this page, you aroused my curiosity little story. What I will tell you in these pages is for me to find the true self that dwells in me, no outside world. How is this possible, we will see how I will describe my story. To no longer advance, retreat indeed ready to move. Smoking continues to imbue this space. This story begins where will end. What you want to tell is to fight everything. Let’s see if I can get to the end and say I did everything and nothing, as maximization of the inner self. Has arrived here in briefly on cigarettes equaled the number of pages read why. Let’s move on with the fight, this will be the length of time that Sopra in hours, minutes, in seconds. Over! I’ll start where I ended up. I’m ready this smoking pierces the window and releases into the air, I want to be this smoke there is only air. I just want to breathe the air I want to float and imagine what I will tell here. I do what I do not want to do, always start eventually commit the same mistakes. The battle is far from being locked. What you want to convey is feelings, situations and conflicts. And the fight is on winning the being that was. I want to be the other, the figure that haunts me. My own conscience that alerts me and tells me: emerge, you win Here I am standing, but fighting movement that chase. My figure comes to my self. Free yourself, expand yourself, let me be like you through me.

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