Well, well...
I was better with words before. Words were so much more before. Today I am lost in languages. I jump into English, Español, Português, Italiano...they all have a different intensity. I jump trough languages as I jump trough life. I dont have a destination but I try my best to enjoy the ride. Sometimes I am happy, the litlle things make me happy. Overall my life is a dream. But they are days that I look around and I cannot see the beauty that exists, I dont feel nothing. And this nothingness that follows me since I remember its hard to explain, its hard to put into words. Because when you put it into words you make it more real. And who wants a void as a reality?
AR
