sometimes i need to block everything. the sound. the words. the feelings. i need to scape the reality im in in order to rest. my mind goes too fast and i need to slow it down.
it scares me with i block the rain, the only sound that i love.
what does it mean?
to be alone
to cry
the dark
why do i feel this?
the heat
the drops
your dead look.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Out of time
Short StoryÉste es el destino de todos lo pequeños escritos que hago, que son un poco más oscuros o dolorosos (no se asusten, a veces escribo cosas lindas también). Espero lo disfruten.
