Pájaros en la cabeza,
mariposas en el estómago.

domingo, 30 de enero de 2011

Troubles of midnight...

..thinkin' i'm a homeless...
expressing sorrow...


Anyone could say me everything will be fine, perfect, "pink"?


Don't wanna get up of my bed, don't wanna open the window to see how the birds fly... don't wanna sing...


Am I sick? Is this normal?
Are they just the exams... or is something more?


My stomach shouts the whole day... and my head fly away... 


I have to focus on my life, my issues, my obligations,.... but I just can't...


Thinkin' all day in the same, turning it in my head...


If it is posible,.. please, i want it!






Mr:  G (?)

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