Monday, May 9, 2011

Negative Hpt Day Before Period

Losing my thoughts. Thief of Dreams

A strange dream, full of colors and deafening noises that my eardrums, my lungs struggling for some air, while my hands lacked movement, heard a voice whispering in the distance a poem.

He could savor the aroma of the earth, could not open my eyes and my body remained motionless, trying to scream but in vain, a tragedy to have left an unfulfilled life, without laying off a thousand people, many hugs to give, and looks to cross.

Losing control of my thoughts, with the last breath whisper your name.

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