Historias raras, no hay mucho que agregar, mas que soy una persona común con una vida común a la cual le gusta escribir y bueno

como estas?

mal para siempre, ya que estoy solo en esta eterna vía con un aparente fin abrupto.
solo para siempre con un fin breve.
una rueda de dolor infinita con borrones al lateral de la hoja los cuales te forman.
pero de borrar y borrar pueden pasar dos cosas que logras borrar los borrones que alguna vez te forjaron o romperás la hoja y con ello tu ser.

oye la poesía no se me da bien pero esta tiene sentido si no la lees.

   Aunque estoy perdido, mi herido corazón reside atrás en nuestro hogar, en piezas, esparcido en la tumba de mi amor perdido... 




Come sail with me far out into the long rolling waves where we can drift out together between the pitch back seas and the glittering skies each folding us slowly, into each towards the light and away from light knowing neither up nor down   come sail with me and gaze upon the moon and stars until we know not if we are gazing or dreaming as the great and gentle sea breathes us rising and falling into the unseeable night   come sail with me, gazed upon by the moon and the small, curious stars. are they also blinking heavily? tired, and wondering if our sea is their sea? and our boat, their boat? do they comfort each-other, with the sound of waves or words, lapping softly beside their glowing faces?   come sail with me, listen to the shimmering thoughts of one small star, of one wandering star, falling slowly towards the light, away from the light, knowing neither up nor down whose boat is maybe our boat sea, our sea who maybe sleeps our sleep beneath the same blazing moon.

Come Sail With Me, by Wirt, from For Sara...