Would be really great if i could make sense of my mind.
Stop spinning around please! just stop, freak little brain! you supposed to be in gravity, guide me, define directions and pick the right things, not just choose to choose.
Indeed you could stop being so vulnerable, yes, you! shallow heart! i just can't carry your eight anymore.
These words, i'm putting down here cause it's the final say before i crack my mind in millions of tiny pieces. Pieces that would disappear into the ocean and take together all the loose smiles that i insist to wear every single day....
