... sometimes I sit on the edge of my reality and try to think what life would be across the same ...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Soul Eater Cosplay Death The Kid
A crumpled sheet
all starts with a dream, a blank page, ready to be written a thousand anecdotes, doubts , confessions, desires, feelings, but do not know why, these turn into accusations, misunderstanding, then silence, perhaps generated by the disappointment, pain, past or present that goes disappointment wrinkling our folio, we dump, unconscious, in every fold, frustration, anger, ghosts, just a moment, but that remains forever , because although he was then pressed, caress it, stretch it, the folio will never be the same as before.
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