11 de abril de 2011

She is transparent

She is broken, she is transparent, so transparent you can read her mind and over is sick. The drugs don't make her feel better.

She's feels disintegrate.

Someday will stop everything.

It is in that fine line on that tightrope, in a dark tunnel, whistling a song goes and goes and goes a bit asleep waiting for the encounter and walk with her.