why write?

I pronounced a way to keep silence, then h? came...

he never says no
he got that overturned euphoria
i think hes the prove that air have left him,
as if the letters left me without games
can you tell me how each meticulous insomnia leeds me to you,
i wasn't dead, a black parenthesis got thru my back
it screams YOU in all the ways

Between interchange?ble nights, numbers forms a consequence. I dont want to dissappoint him, once again the countless dripping, the uncriptable in front of my eyes drives me impulsive
Can you tell how indifference means forgiveness.
Can you tell wh?t i already know? Can you tell me how t? get t? you?

so, why write? in order not to die

out of sight - out of existance

Already i know from where my fascination for time, from young it was the unique thing that never mattered to me. The minutes happened in row, back & forth.

Now, there's time, when taking pictures in no-man's land, at an inert time, ensures a side effect, an incoherence that engrossed me, i play to lose myself but still, i cant obtain it. The imperfect past leads me to a reconstruction of facts. They keep me hidding in angles, rusty, bitterness and bleeding. Who knows?

There was always something else to leave...

Can you feel it?

1:02 am - Reinventing myself

so, i'm at the end again, you'll know it when you push yourself thru all day 'till it's 1:02 am - passing moment of madness-

being insane is my excuse to stop feeling, being sick and insane it's my perfect way out of standars. to do whatever it takes to make things happen. But i kept ignoring how i felt, how selfish i was.

in an attempt to fullfill his senses, to crash right in the middle of all him, to be a prescribed extension of time, to love him more than what i loved myself... i started reading between lines a science, in theory it gets you nowhere, he was full of colors. he tranlated my life, and it directed me to the end of the world. The binary darkness left me with no option, that man will change a phrase which resonated in my head and it became something nonrepresentable in my tongue, seemed accidental or with thousand points of flight. The prase loses between strange desires or hatreds.

-Poems-

I want to be beautiful, been thinking, i want to be beautiful

i wanted to see the world tru his glass, i believe he has a different eye,
a trained one,

i want to meet someone who will love me for me

I cannot wait to deeply forget you-

-Watch Us Change-

I guess i couldn't stop it, like a desease,,, it won't stop, not now after nine years. i wanted it so bad, it wont matter if i even faked a name, a life, a gender,,, this is me, in my real state.

My thoughts, My feelings, a come back to identitythe comeback with wide open arms towards myselfto meet myself again...

DAMN it fucking hurtseverything hurts, i can translate pain into wordsand i hate the world for this
Fake it all

motel

This is the heartbreak hotel
This is the heartbreak hotel
This is the heartbreak hotel
This is the heartbreak hotel

Provider

algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama
algo me llama

ALGO ME LLAMA

...y quier? ir