I cannot recognize this person anymore.
She used to be the seed of an apple full of life. She used to laugh at her problems. She used to be strong when life was fucked up. She was a bomb of energy, singing songs about loving and being loved. She never cried - the tears were an unknown concept to her.
Now she's dead. She died today.
She's me.

2 comentarii:

  1. nu ai cum sa mori atata timp cat trupul are inca suflet! gaseste-l

  2. Ei bine, s-a ratacit si sufletul intr-o mare de stafii. L-am regasit pentru ce a parut un moment, dar i-am slabit lesa cu prostia de care am dat dovada...