XFM paper windows

XFM paper windows

XFM paper windows

You go, and my heart burns in lava that burns my whole being, it also burns our tree, our world and our dreams. you abandon your form to become a being of another color pattern. you already learned everything you wanted and you made the metamorphosis that has me here in flames, in my personal hell, the one that burns but does not kill, that love that does not reach destiny, that spreads all over the place while I see you with my eyes burning your multiple eyes of many of you, like a wonderful form of colors that is moving away, leaving only my dead skin to my side, tears fall from so many colors while you say that you love me. while the threads we weave are cut.

Hating has not helped me to numb the pain, it is simply impossible for me to hate the one I promised to love for my whole life ... then the pain acquires a new level of purity. a pain so fine and pure. pain caused by betrayal, selfishness, caprice and lies, by someone who would never have harmed thinking of the reciprocal of our love and respect .... but today I burn, I burn in our tree, while the bird of darkness But the window has spoken, in its clarity showed me what I had to do, even knowing the same window that did not want to come true .... In my life never a window does not I wanted to live, hence the special challenge of savoring the whole dark edge of the sword and portraying my pain as faithfully as I could portray the best days ... is part of loving, said the window. You asked life to really love and you are doing it, even in your hardest moments.

Around 5 months of pain has made me do this window, to which I dedicate a few words ...

It was even more fun for him when we started mixing different colors. “What will happen when we mix blue and red mixed together?”
It was even more fun for him when we started mixing different colors. “What will happen when we mix blue and red mixed together?”

I've never written to a window ...

Today I feel empty, emptied ... emptied of fire, the flames are fading and only remain ashes dark. but the popcorn of darkness is coming, in fact it has already arrived, the window has been clear again, only this time, ... want to live.

Soon: Palomita III (Live) / p>

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