Blode Streks Between The Head

Moments

Everything becomes more natural. It becomes more natural
healthily lose a bit 'of time, and stop ruining everything. And play a few notes in bulk, which turns out to be in tune. New eyes to look so close and touch hands soft and elegant. Wait for an uncertain voice that sooner or later I will sing something. Maybe.
I'm managing to make it more spontaneous my mind, my thoughts, my words, now living what is in your hands.
One should not think too much sometimes. One should not imagine the future to seek a solution to the multitude of chances in life. The only solution is to live, and preserve their emotions to secure with the body that does not solidify the spirit. But I learned a bit '. Even though my head was constantly puts brakes to prevent it, I want to be able to flow in the accidents of life taking the best, living this moment like that, and if I continue well into next.

Sometimes I feel uncomfortable silence. I think I can handle it, I feel inadequate. Then I think maybe it's nice too. That sometimes can be quiet is just a symptom of serenity. I find that the urgent need to find words and make sentences arbitrarily, the primitive instinct for sociability, that insecurity is not congenital.

Instead he is aloof, sinuous, hidden behind the air, dodging walking atoms more space. Walk. He smiles. I smile.



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A New Forest Wild

A new smile. New lips. A new voice. A new future. A new perspective.
I'm living.
I'm rediscovering.
burns But the disappointment of something missing, and I do not know what to think about it, because everything is surreal. I thought there were larger forces to deal with this. Evidently it was not. Maybe I was wrong on some things.
But so goes sometimes.
And now, the negative thoughts I have to send them away.
Enough.
There's a new life to be lived. Without fear and (too) saw mental. There's a new
I am discovering the world. An urban world where this wild elf is happy to forward them. Who knows what we find.
I'm living. I'm changing. I'm coming back myself. Bella
this new song, I'm remembering the words.
And I'm a wild forest in the land of Hermes. With the pointy shoes. I like myself, seen from the eyes.
















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Rinnovome

It 's very late tonight. But I wanted to give me a little 'time, take a few minutes to carry out the tangled skein my head. And
summer fully. I have not even noticed his arrival in June is over so quickly, and I have enjoyed my month as it deserves. I understand
lately, affront, evolve. I realized that my inner involuntary muscle had stopped beating for a while ', clinging with its heavy claws on that mass which is a few inches higher. He had ceased to beat, hit, beaten, squeezed by the same hands that give life, forgotten, ridiculed, raped. He started to beat
innocently, slowly, panting, frightened. But now I really do not know where to hold on to. The support he has used so t anto time now is unusable, so torn apart by injuries. Beat now incessantly, but it's stupid and rushed. Her eyes returned to a partial light are not yet used, and he tries to keep as soon as support is apparently stable. But perhaps there really is no such support, and fall back to earth. Will not step back, though.

communication now becoming stone, and the white background on which it is a sterile gypsum board that absorbs what little he touches, does nothing but demean the desire.
look sound at times. But she has not ever come right.
And sometimes I hear sounds coming out of my mouth that had never been produced. New words, only feelings that go back the trachea and are transformed into vibration specifications. Just words. My words.
I try.
Appearance?
ponder.
Appearance. I flatter myself.
resist.
And then?
I need: * s 7, s * 6, * 4 and * 5 * 4, * 5 r, 5 f * c * 4, * 7 b, b * 6. Many things are important.
Please, I hope, I implore, I try, I wake up, smoke (too), name, appearance.


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