Crash

I live my life through someone else's story.
And As I laid there I opened the door to the hidden dream. The only dream my mind ever yearned.
But I have to kill it, and stop missing what is already gone. You see, life carries on. And as you recieve the answers more questions start to come. I am sorry I failed, I am sorry I crashed, but I am tired, I am exhausted. I can barely breath. Can someone turn off the light. I need to sleep, or leave.
This is unbearable. The empty cage is there, and I grieve, without the strength to move on, to make this my home. I left hopping to find something else, something real, but I haven't fount it. Whatever "it" means, is not here.

Historias

Que momento tan sublime, el viento de una noche de verano, verano falso de tardes largas y mañanas cortas. Que recuerdos tan magnificos y doloros. Magnificos porque son lo mas preciado que poseo, y dolorosos porque son el pasado que nunca volvere a ver. El sentimiento que se perdio ya hace mucho tiempo.
Que lagrimas tan dulces y claras, se desliza como una gota de agua sobre el cristal de la ventana cerrada, mientras al otro lado del espejo el reflejo imita cada movimiento con mayor gracia que lo real. El es real yo soy el reflejo.
Todo es tan diferente en este momento, lento, tranquilo.
Que diferente es todo de aquellos dias de historias de castillos y princesas, de amores eternos y magia. Extraño esos dias de inocencia, de alegria, juegos, risas.

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