daysofashes @ 2007-08-10T10:50:00
if walking helps reflect, I think last night helped me not to. laughter and conversation reckless had spent the night trying, with the help of three men, leaving behind a day of physical fatigue and worn words. timely spring always gives me friends with whom I dreamed, people who appear as if he had heard my cries of Sundays. Meanwhile remember my loneliness, my irrevocable decision of isolation and individual perversion of egocentrism forced by the lack of love ... remember my conversations with myself, and smiled because none of what I thought was as effective as I thought. walk, coming across environment, surrendering myself to the deceit I did, I found the instability. What kind of discipline that is mine, to swear loneliness, give me the perfect meeting of people together, and to promise secrecy and toughness, I block me to meet a man who only prevail our disagreements?
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