A wagon ...
My train is going full steam ...
How should I do?
Jump him.
That adds another blow Tibi. I am an expert in me sulking with reality in the most inopportune times. I'm good, I can brag about it. It's my fault, I need to accumulate a huge amount of disagreement and then ... explode.
not healthy, I know. But I am well, not learn. I can hardly realize things when I do not know if it's my belief that what bothers me change suddenly. Ya, too fanciful, I have been told.
I look down and only see my legs ... full of scratches, blood gushing ... as pale as ever.
hear another train ...
... but I do not like.
Then another ...
... but brings the same goods as above.
And then you.
An angel savior, a kind of lifeline, someone who once jumped from a train and created a perfect shield. Someone who is aware of my existence and I shouted "Come here."
Someone saw that I jumped the car did not react, I reached out and looked at me. The worst (or best) is also looking at me, saw me. And that does not make any ... wait, someone had seen me at any time? Bah, never mind. Now continued traveling ... I'm with you on the car, looking into your eyes, trying to find out what led you to tell me to go with you ...
... looking for answers that only have the time.
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