'm at home for a whole day recovering from pneumonia that left me limp. And so, sofa bed, no energy to read or a book, I had no choice but to talk with my ghosts. Yesterday, without going any further, all day we were visiting the sadness, fear and self. The two I threw at him about the elusive long time and I had no choice but to prove them right. It is true, since a couple of months a dark cloud has been around me and I been doing mad, trying to avoid the storm with excuses, until the universe, he is wise, has been removed from the sleeve a must for meet all three, without haste, in the privacy of my home. To break the ice, we've been playing cards. When the hand dealt fear my old friend, a thick gray veil over everything and lose myself in the shadows of my life. With her breast against me into a loop that seems to have no end. There I stayed until I'm raising a letters to frighten me. Only when I have the ropes remember all that happens, that love can do everything, which again have strength, which resist does not help that shortly before the sunrise comes the darkness is intense. The sadness, I want to try to clear my distress with crying. I can not mourn when I have so much fear! Of these storms go out exhausted but happy, I cleaned up a bit further, I think, my wounds. Fear, happy, and is gone. Today just made me company, while, sadness. It is sweeter, less intense.
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