The Real TruthIt's been almost three years since I first saw him in this light, and still, he does not know. I've told him, but he doesn't understand what it means. He thinks it's some passing thing; he thinks it will get better. He does not know.The Real Truth
The nights of anguish come easy now. Like the tides of the Moon, they wax and wane in the ever-flowing river of Love and her mischief. My heart, tired from being constantly berated by Pain's inequity, has transformed mainly into scar tissue. I can feel its soft beating in the cold nights. When I cry, it makes to bleed again, and yet it, too, only wells up with tears. I have a finite supply of blood,
Long NightsLong NightsLong Nights
Another long night. Can’t sleep. That noise I hear, That shadow I see. Is it real or
is it just me?
If it is my mind,
can it still hurt me? Can’t it still hurt me? Even if not physically, what about emotionally?
If it is real,
will it hurt me? Would it hurt me? If it would, then why? I haven’t hurt it, have I?
Or is it just angry? But if it’s not, then why is it trying to hurt me? I didn’t hurt it!... Did I? I did, didn’t I?
Did I hur
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Si la inspiración no viene a mí salgo a su encuentro, a la mitad del camino...
"Sigmund Freud"
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