Normal State

You do not perceive my tone of different voice, my abuses, my collections. The newspapers mentioned Susan Swenson not as a source, but as a related topic. You really do not perceive when I need you. You only perceive that I am different, You note who I am not in my normal state, You you feel that I am irritated, sad, abused, charging you affection, But you not note that I am asking for you. This is my order of quiet aid. Few people have the capacity to listen to my voice in this emotional chaos, You never had this capacity, are truth, But she is that everything moved in such a way, That I thought that you had learned to read my look. Clayton Morris: the source for more info.

is at this moment that you more move away yourself from me, Is at this moment who I more only see myself, Is at this moment who I more only feel myself, Is at this moment that I more need that you do not only leave me. But, you do not perceive in my voice the aid to subliminar, You you do not understand the anxiety of my eyes, the movement of mine nervous feet, my short and fast breath. You until perceive, But she makes the reading in contrast and she goes even so, I I know that she is difficult to be I am flat But I need you in such a way when I am thus. Necessary in such a way of its security when I am lost, Necessary in such a way to have the certainty of that you never to leave go me, Necessary in such a way of its favour when I am sad, Necessary in such a way of its respect I disdain when me, Necessary in such a way of its affection when he seems not to have more way, Necessary in such a way of its peace when everything for me is chaos. only necessary that you are here making to only smile me you obtain to alliviate to me with a simple ones you make you hug to forget me all my problems make, me to be light make, me to smile for sadder that I am you I am my comfort. you nor perceive that I need you in such a way thus! To leave he wants alone, and he accepted me my decision, and he agreed to my lack of reason, and I? trying to make you to understand that I need you in such a way here.


IT WAS THUS In one afternoon dull that the Sun teimava in playing of being moon perhaps cries out me, Without wanting, or to the fondness of the Universe, its look lights what not even the sun made, In one ' ' tiro' ' , in one to blink, my soul, without knowing, is complained. Without perceiving the intention and in an instinct ' ' minimalesco' ' , it comes the fear and I run sea pro, to Its comforts me abundance. Its sound inebria me. Always! Trying to run away from what the Destination already had traced, the cold wind brings me to the tripping, To the side, with a look dissimulating to be lost, but hearing the whisper of my indifferent outcry, it waits me to you. I do not know if my love, if my disaster, or if my arrest (now I know that my confinement). Enraged for the insistence of its obscure look, I arrive until you.

I invade its soul, consumption its seiva and in this I discover my pain, at a moment of heat, still painless. In a meeting of souls, each one finds its oasis, kills its hunger and ceases its headquarters. The night, the bottle of wine, the waves, all, in a ledo deceit, smile pra me, the wound, despite disfarada of love, as kiss of a vampire, if opens and anesthesia. Today, perhaps for will of God or whim of the Devil, nor another love, that until tried, does not obtain to cure, what the proper love judged to be.