Travelling...
Picture -> San Francisco
I will be given to fly soon.
IŽm open
A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
he waits hoping for a presence, something, anything, to enter.
After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared.
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing
so is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon over head followed him,
by nine he had deciphered the allusion, trading magic for fact,
no trade backs,
so this is what it's like to be an adult.
If he only knew now what he knew then.
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets with no covers,
he decides to dream,
dream up a new self,
for himself.
como te va todo? uff hacia mil ke no me conectaba a mi perfil xDD y tampoco te firmaba xdddd
