but I'm afraid nothing that you'd really care.
So, just get away.
Sincerely and yours truly,
William.
Nunca he sido un pesimista. Solo un optimista con pésima suerte.
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Words out for me?
Just a few moments of discussion until I can find the words.
Whatever reasons got into conflict seemed like nothing compared to the feeling of emptiness that the shade of this void seemed to cast upon the picture of “us”.
At some point I stopped to hear anything; my ears focused into a faraway voice that kept talking while a strange buzz dropped its weight into my frozen ears. I stared into the nothingness of the eyes gazing me; violently gazing at me, like marching upon this new definitive picture.
When I came to realize I got hold of enough strength to walk away like if nothing happened.
I know life is irreplaceable, but I know some part of my life ended right there in the middle of that building’s roof.
All that light suddenly vanishing while widening to become darkness covered me and made me unnoticeable while I stepped into the black soil and walls across those stairs. At last their blackness couldn’t be worse than the one inside my eyes upon this continuum about to change angles…
I never looked back, never said goodbye.
Kind of want to find myself.
Kind of feels like I’m going to hell.
Kind of need some time away. —Someone named William.
“Colour me all over with your smoke; colour me all over with your hair; colour me all over with your skin over mine; colour me all over with yourself.”
(via zombieslutfromhell)
What is this supposed to get to?
Shiranai dakedo.
Pero de cualquier forma seguire conciso en el trayecto.
Maybe I can have a small amount of bliss while I make my way.
Si. Quizá si. —Someone named William.
Razor sharp once again.
I can’t keep feeding up this.
I’m sorry William, you’re not bound to be without that hollow on your chest.
Sadly if it doesn’t hurt you won’t go anywhere.
Embrace the pain and the sadness William, you’re meant to be together.
Not being complete is the only way of being complete for you. —Someone named William.
Why should I say, I remember everything?
Why should I try, to drown me on this achery?
Why should my throat, invest on more words?
Why should I stay, If all I think is goodbyes? —Someone named William.
Soy de un mundo que ya no existe y sin embargo aqui estoy; esperando. —Alguien llamado Guillermo.
Déjame sanar, déjame aliviar.
Déjame aprender que quiero continuar.
Sonríe desde la memoria aunque sea por un momento. —Alguien llamado Guillermo.
It’s finally colder enough to get out and stay in the raveling wind at night, just to feel how my insides still have some heat.
Then I suggest you William to lay back in your mother’s sidewalk and watch the starts with your hands wrapped around the back of your head, thinking, deluding, avoiding, excluding, connoting, realizing, deciding, relieving and most of it believing in your heart.
Maybe just for tonight, but you should at least try it.
Would you? —Someone named William.