...it seems like it never happened. even with a caring shoulder holding my tear with its bearded grasp, even with all the confort provided by words of comon-misery, it seems like it never happened. not just the friendyish situation, but also what was always known and kept hidden. in a closet with all malicious toughts, with all unpronounced words. but hearts tends to subside eventually. minerva always starts when you least expect and even some words that at the beggining may sound harsh, becames flowers tingling in my ears and some actions may pass without it's needed attention, even if they did hurt deeply. is this the sensation that i've always really felt i needed?

a japanese singing in my ears healing my wounded heart. maybe i can keep my thoughts on planet earth, or should i start looking at the country of the rising sun? it's all in my songs, they predicted what was about to happen. maybe that fox i saw today in a glimpse of a sight told that this would be strange. she ran away before i could talk to her, but her scent's still here and everything is as it used to be. i really would like to be harsh sometimes but i rather keep on walking on the narrow paths i've chosen for this life.

my words have taken me for granted. the advice i gave doesn't fit. maybe it's time, at long fucking last, to be bigger.

- escrito a muito tempo aqui. estava guardado aqui, nas minhas coisas. postando por postar e por achar que está bem escrito e por não conseguir dormir.