- Author: Adam Floyd Jun 14, 2017,
Jun 14, 2017, 6:47
I can not stand my legs anymore, I do not trust my own shadow. Everything collapses, and I think that this time there will be no way out. Sometimes I wish that everything would end, that my dreams would break, and that the light would not harm my eyes accustomed to the darkness, but I think of you, and I realize that you could call it the sun of my life or the sea of my soul. I only hope that spring does not take long, that I can feel the sand soon on my feet, and the water flooding my soul. But it's all I do here locked up and sitting here, trying to forget all the damage you've done to me.
The awakening of such reckless and heartbreaking dream in which every day was a freak of insanity, insecurity and frustration. I inventing things so that the flesh that lives in me does not bleed at all times. Fear, pain, suffering to see the sun, every day; also one gets tired of such bullshit, same one that I accepted every day. The clinging girl leaves things behind, her eyes are finally beginning to see! you no longer have the face of the dead, and you do not carry so much evil. - You're not bad, my love, what happens is that you like to lie. You are not sick either, you chose to be.
I do not know why choose a life so bitch when the flowers are so pretty.
I give life to painting itself, I pay my condemnations with the white, I do not cover, but I frighten the fears with the red, the yellow gives me the precious madness that is needed, golden for the dreams, purple to drown the Pains, and the blue always I dedicate it to the sky where is the man who takes care of me from afar.