Pensamentos em queda livre. Mente flutuante. Corpo sem vigor. Assim é o nada e o tudo se integrando sem distinção sobre o que é o quê. Nuvens de seda envolvem seu corpo. Calor infernal a queima sem temor. Quebra seus dedos e o sangue jorra sem alcançar o chão. Ele bem que já havia lhe avisado para verificar os dois lados da rua antes de atravessar, e melhor ainda, a abaixar a cabeça a procurar por buracos. Dependendo do tamanho, que se jogasse dentro....
Everything is more complicated than you think
You only see a tenth of what is true
There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make
That can destroy your life every time you choose
But maybe you won't know for twenty years
And you may never ever trace it to its source
And you only get one chance to play it out
Just try and figure out your own divorce
Then they say there is no fate…. but there is!
It's what you create.
Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only for a fraction of a second
Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born
And while alive you wait in vain
Wasting years for a phone call, or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right, but it never comes
Or it seems to, but it doesn't really
So you spend your time in vague regret, or vague or hope that something good will come along
Something to make you feel connected
Something to make you feel whole
Something to make you feel loved
And the truth is: you feel so angry, so sad, so hurt for so long
And for just as long you've been pretending you're ok just to get along
Maybe because nobody wants to hear about your misery because they have their own
Fuck everybody!
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