I still have to mature, there's no doubt.
Although I do not know that I do, I know I will.
How, when and how will I do, do not know.
I do not want to, but it is involuntary, say it's necessary and I still do not know why.
I have always believed that maturity and immaturity can go together hand in hand. Touching, looking and kiss if they so desire without fighting.
I had strange dreams, dreams where even laugh and play. Dreams are meaningless, simple dreams where we enjoy without worrying about the happiness, dreams that you say, you scream, it whispers.
gorgeous days I've had in my dreams, days that I look forward to a twisted faith that yearns to become reality.
My life is boring, my life is full of adventure. I digress terribly both responses ranging from fear that my pendulum will stop.
I'm still human, I do not know if maso least that before .... I only know that now I have more present.
There are things that disturb me, intimidate me and scare me, there are things that I like, that I love and that I love, there are things I ecstasies and other disturb me.
I still get depressed, and now I laugh. But not as we did before, now do not cry because I do not understand, suffer and cry because I ponder what I've done, what did not and I will. I laugh at silly things, of the fun things I enjoy the most of alegrÃay life.
I mourn with sadness with a smile. I feel peace and I can not, Some memories still haunt me.
My life is a quagmire, a myth and a vice.
I thank the leaves, which molts hear my cries and my concerns.
I thank the ink, points for being my faithful friends.
Because together we are in this vicious circle called life.
Sottomaru.