Haven´t thought of it since 6 years ago. That monster that used to live within me is back. A spark, that would be it. I see it differently now anyway. The floor turns red, no more pain. Childhood’s gone and life doesn’t seem to get any better. I can see just the little things that they say are worth living. What for? What about the great things? What about love and changing the world? Not for me, I guess. And I go back to black, or red. What the fuck is wrong with all this? Who am I? Why am I less? “If only hearts didn’t have to fall”, right? But that answer is not enough. Why should I be scared? After all it’s just another step and, come what may, it can’t be worse than this. In some minutes, it will be decided: should I fall or be my own saviour?
“Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive”.
“Yeah, you’d bleed just to know you’re alive”.
Mil años que no entraba acá, me había olvidado de cómo me gustaba tu blog. La entrada me recordó a una mía de la que hablamos hace tiempo, no sé si sabrás cuál; en fin, todo iba a que a veces es necesario tocar fondo: el dolor nos hace sentir vivos. Pero hay que saber salvarse, porque cuesta volver a subir cuando estás tan abajo.
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