When it comes to meeting her with her, she always find something that stops her from reaching her target. There is herself, as a first stop. Big Berlin Wall inside her.. twice as big as China's "little" wall. Its a fortress.
She complain all the time and cant stop thinking about herself.. rather selfish I would say. Her selfishness in a maximum expression. She once told me she would like to be this way, and that way.. but would that be her? maybe she is that way.. she might want to try.. fix things if they go wrong.. Strange nature, she has. So freak I cant even figure her out.. and I think there is, actually, a beautiful "her" inside her. Why doesnt she come out? Complete darkness is not good, she will get blind if she doesnt take her outside. Anyways. I guess that the her she is thinking she wants to be, is really her.
There is such a salad inside her mind... whith the most interesting vegetables and fruits you can imagine.. even from the moon, and some from saturn and mars (yes, fruits and vegetables, she usually mixes things a lot). She loves to see things as a whole, so she ends up more frustrated, down, blah and etc. Therefore, problems touch every centimeter of her, even her life.
Now, she has found many things. She explores her inside in search of light... but power is off... she doesnt even know where the switch is. She has a looong, tirying, difficult way to go. There is way too much dirt to uncover.
Her heart is frozen. They froze it. It is covered with ice and snow.. but some movement is detected.. inside.
¿Por qué siempre que leemos algo escrito por las manos que nos tocan en lo más profundo sentimos que las palabras fueron arrebatadas de nuestras mentes?
Finalmente, su monólogo carece de lógica, termina en una reflexión que sólo él entiende.
Agarren mis alas que me duele volar.
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