There is no honesty in what I am and in what I wish. I’m a hidden woman for my eyes, for my senses. I become an indeterminate being in my own body. Dissociated from my soul and my fate. I'm not able to break the society, I'm not able to escape from the limits. I can't love something that is not inside me. Nothing is possible if I’m behind of a false life, because the pain of the truth is so big that
the uncertainty, the vacuum and the depths would break my world.
When I give up exhausted is when the truth and the clarity appear, is the moment to start the path.
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