about me

I am a suicide that by chance is still struggling to remain alive. I try to carry everyones weight and forget to share some of mine. I live in an imaginary world, but keep on trying to find me rope to the real one. I dance to forget everything, I dance to connect with the music, I dance just because I dance. I try hard to believe in love, but haven't achieve that just yet. I write when I cannot keep any longer the mess in my head. I could have been so much, yet I chose to be mediocre.

Frozen me

This self-obsession of mine that keeps me in this sadistic wait. The time pass by, the hints point that it won't work out and nothing makes me move. If only I could give the first steps towards the outside of this cage. I am collecting my words so I can reason, say it out loud and finally start moving. How could I remained still for so long? Probably the idea of how it could be, the stories I created in my mind. Perhaps the mechanism that so many times helped me keep on moving, it is exactly the same thing that makes me still. Let my heart be broken so I can glue back the pieces and move on. I cannot take living in this self-obsession for that long.