martes, 23 de marzo de 2010
I was worried, worried about everything.
Worried of the silence, of the absence, of the emptiness.
I was afraid of the lonely state of not being there when you were supposed to be.
It's quite different now. Something is changing, something is getting worse, I suppose.
I can't stop it, neither you can.
This is life, this is you, this is me, this is our stupid bubble exploding under the sun, under the stars.