While I dwell listless in a cacophony of colors and sounds, I'm aware of my little presence.

Fully roam around in this sea assigned society and uphold me with the certainty of knowing - if I really know - who I wanna be. And don't care about the amount of people that remember of me, but worth me of the memories that I would leave with joy. Cuz I'll dedicate me supported by affection, so that they have something good of me.

My joy coexists with whom I have affection, and It's a few, I admit.

Even if not romantically, I love those who truly knew how to touch me. Not the physical touch, but the emotional, that one that is surprising for the simple fact of not being expected.

And yet complete expectations until then unknown.

I am happy although not show through, solitude calms me, strengthens me, I live in it with myself. And every step taken, I understand the delicious surprise of the complexity of think. I have sayings and bad doings that make me different, I am aware of this fact. I know that I can be exasperating. Many times without giving me account, I do consume the patience of those around me. 

How wonderful are those who love me - or pretend to, I really don't care - as I am, they know what they face.

Gladly walking through the streets toward the sunset - while nipping a candy, cuz, Yep! I love sweets - imagining scenarios that I might to be. Candidly I live several lives through the illusions of a simple make-believe.

I become smoke, for those whom fleetingly I passed.
I become ember, for the few whom I marked.
I become everything.
And in the end.
Am nothing.

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Kisses from a Brazilian girl that is crazy about books and like to say: 
I'm a reader, not a writer!

But, yeah, the text above was written by me. 
I have my writer's moments, my dears, like everyone else. ;) 

XOXO

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