domingo, 20 de setembro de 2015

Annoying Noises On Good Photographs

I felt a cold breeze blowing beneath my soul. I didn't mind a bit, but a voice inside my head was begging for attention. And beyond that invite or anything that would be more pleasant than my current state, I saw you. Sort of away from me but I recognized you, right beside children's fears, taking advantage of innocence and with a smile - A cold one just like the wind I was submitting my sanity. Heavy tears washed my face, I didn't hide. But, through the last portion of courage left on me, I believed in the insignificance of the situation. And now I embrace the cold, I swallow the voice and I even accept you on my sight. Unlike the old me, who just couldn't, I learnt to stand among terrors. I won't be part of your crimes anymore, Queen of broken pieces. Let me stay here, quiet and still, enjoying the insignificance of you.

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