jueves, 1 de septiembre de 2011


Walking among the crowd naked
Dress with only tears
Slowly waking
Bare footed
Cold pavement
Wind tangling my hair
But instead of covering myself
All I want is to open my arms
As if they were wings
And start to fly
Fly away from here
Far away
Is there a refuge
Is there a place where I could rest
Is there a sanctuary
Where I could find some sanity
From all this madness
this mess in my mind
Circling down in a spiral
Falling down slowly
But falling indeed
Hoping to vanish before I hit the ground.

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