I wish I could tell you many things, many stories I should occur, but the truth is that in my life, nothing happens.
I see the time pass and I feel that I am in the same spot, a series of events that do not advance, there remain inert ...
life without fear, without hope or faith in search
Sitting
holos but enduring change that will not come,
Sometimes I think the world is like and about me busting
But this lightness
presented in this whole fucking life.
The ground disappears mys bare feet
is part of this terrifying story
rather be able to levitate without consequences.
