What is it this place without freedom?
What is it love without someone you deeply love, as much as your own life and those feelings?
I hope you yourselves find the best ways to achieve those dreams you had.
jueves, enero 31, 2013
Nothingness
I saw how you play with something.
You argue your own, to get it owned.
There's something in nothingness you talked,
that here, while I walked up...
Something comes out of nothing,
and anything is something.
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