Male With Constant Nausea

Just wind ...

I'd be like the wind: clear me and observe the world from multiple perspectives. Being here and there, everywhere and nowhere. Look at you, see how you sleep, wake up and dream of me. Seeing the smiles that are drawn on your face when you see my picture, look bewildered face your face pensive as I remember and the tears shed for me ever. See all that and more: get out your window and the sheet rock cover you, get under it and give it life, close the window shut and slam windy when something I like and show yourself and my dissatisfaction. And that I will be: a closed door and a window that suddenly breaks the wind that there will be touching you, feeling and hugging when my smile can not accompany you. For surely there will come a time that will decide that it is only that: a murmur that was there and left because you decided to close the window and wait for it to be my imaginary air that unite us.

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English Monoatomic Gold

It'sa heartache Tell me how you talk ...

There is nothing worse than having nothing to say. Not for lack of materials that deal but no arguments to present. Sometimes a phrase is enough to remove misleading or thesis that a priori appear to be. Of those that we all have but only a few dare to utter. Half for fear of ridicule, half in fear of power. Of those who said nothing before but now I preach but shall not make an appointment for confession. Without permission, spontaneous and very cool knowing that the results may not be the best. But who cares? What differentiates us from the next door, that subject to the shared home on the subway seat or bed is that: the word, speech, talking because we must remember that every person is unique, just like the others. And sometimes, that exclusivity is given the gift of speech.