Grin

Am really stuck? in here, or Am just moving to fast? in there, I wich I could know, but I don't.... people used to travel by this emotional tunels of dust and concret, imagine going somewhere or trying to arrive home, whem home doesn't even exist... Am sick? maybe, may not I don't know am not a doctor, even when I want to have all that knowledge am not interested on have a scientific library inside my head, no thanks, actually right now am just trying to figure out and clean my mess... I have a headheache right now and i really don't know what the hell am doing here in front of this bright and square screen, when my deepest words show up at the simple moment of feel a sheet of paper and a pen on my hands, am just wasting my time... no more embellish, no more decorated words, no more, no more nothing... I just want to know where am going and you will be here with me to read and see what will happend at the end of story, you just have born from my imagination and now, strange as it may seem, you are real... are you? or am getting crazy and lunatic? am laughing...softly. I can believe that I imagine all these suppossing characters, they probably or better certenly screaming inside of me but am deaf and dumb, would you clasped my stomach, please? that is might not such a good idea, you will be so close to me and am not used to feel another warm-cold body so near, other one no thanks. There is only one particular moment when you could do that but lets change the clasped for a tender hug and sing to me until a felt slept and I can dream with the real world, but I must warn you, sometimes it is very hard to wake me up so be extremely careful the way you might do... come on...join me, you won't be regret...