I feel..

the time is coming..
i feel my soul winds changing..

i can't feel the joy no more..
i'm now bored at what i do..
i feel tired every single day..

the adventure is over..
there are not new things to fight for..
the good things are turning gray..
yet the spring is just starting..

i feel more normal..
i feel filing my differences with the world..
i'm just swelling the "anybody" lines..

i feel more cold..
every day, this fucking world just drowns my fire..
i feel the heat escape through all this silent cries, through all this ink screams..
i still think i'll lit with a smile..
but i just see the flame getting smaller and smaller..

i tried and succeed, long enough..
but i knew this couldn't be forever, from the start i knew..
i have now one more question..
but everytime i think of it the answer just seems clearer..

sometimes i do want to be alone.. but i never want to feel alone..

que quede claro.. la decision ya fue tomada, y fue hace tomada hace tiempo.. mis cabellos tienen los días contados..

el cambio depende de sólo 1 variable, no de la insistencia externa.. no se trata de una guerra por lo que no habrá victorias..

gracias a los que respetan mis estupides..

y los que proyectan en mí sus ideales vacíos pueden irse a comprar tamales.. y de pasada chingar a su madre..