terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2015

I always feel like the first time

    She's hating me because I'm smoking. I'm not a smoker, but tonight I just did this.The light above me is shining like a fire in my hands. The Moon.


    I eat, I drink, I drive, I'm in love for her. Everyday I say and show it to her, but she does not believe me anymore.



    Yeah, I'm angry right now! That's the reason that I'm smoking. It is a normal cigarette. Nothing about her. I'm unlike tonight for a personal motive: that desire to do something to help someone, but for some big reason I can't do.



   Listening NickelBack and thinking about life. I know, I'm just vainly trying to forget my troubles like everyone would in my situation - I guess.



   I need more fire! Dressed a shirt from Rolling Stones, a hat like blues' guys and Havaianas in foot.



   Everything is confuse, I know! But in life what isn't confuse? I Just know that I love her. Brunette. Black eyes. Beauty as a star shining over me right now. Wonderful body. A little bit of troublemaker... that kinda right one, do you know?! But I love.




[J.L.Silva (31/10/15) 2:00a.m]

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