Monday
.:Alone is where im closer to you:.
The seclusion of myself into places so vast,
so untouched, in a way is liberating and in others it takes me closer to
my soul. To the people that aren't close to me anymore, to reflect on my
behavior as a human. To the most pure form of myself.
Wednesday
Thursday
.:error:.
The unexpected, the error, the surprise. That's
what happens when you use film, you capture a moment that might be or
might not as real as it is in your mind.
What is it real then?
Your memory, or the factual evidence?
What is it real then?
Your memory, or the factual evidence?
Sunday
Monday
.:que hacer:.
Hay temporadas que me dan por no escribir.
A veces me llena
a veces me desborda.
Pero al final es algo nostalgico
ya sea que lo haga o que no.
El querer,
el no poder,
el poder sin querer,
y viceversa.
A veces me llena
a veces me desborda.
Pero al final es algo nostalgico
ya sea que lo haga o que no.
El querer,
el no poder,
el poder sin querer,
y viceversa.
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