These days Ive been feeling like a monster.
Not only that,
Not only a monster.
But a monster with no home at all.
I feel like it doesnt matter how much i call for help. It doesn't matter. I can scream. I can cry.
Scream.
Scream.
Scre. A
m.
Until my throat cuts open. Until i my last breath. Until i bleed these unspoken words.
Unspoken words.
The same words that make me feel horrible every day. Chains that tie me to this floor of misfortune.
When will i ever be free?
Im sorry.
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PuisiUma jornada pelo desconhecido, tentando descobrir quem realmente somos. Será que existe mesmo um lugar no mundo para nós? Sorrio pro além, ele sorri de volta.