Turquoise

It happens that I want to say something for my self in particular, the wind comes and take my thoughts away from me and throw them in the sea of ​​stray notes, here I carry a body and this body is carried by scars and this scars carry memories, and these memories are painful, pictures of blood, and the vain I carry a body or carry me a printed body with stickers for old movies as on the front of the desert cinema, I want to live in a masked so that the sad evenings do not realize me after today, I am from the strictness of the pain and the lamentations, I do not want to die now, I still want to test joy if it is appropriate for me. It is worthy of me. I lived a very quiet life, nothing disturbed by some daily anxiety and the insomnia that bother me every night. This is the arrogant body that enacted itself as another way and began to eat some of it. The doctor says that some cells eat others. It is strange. I eat myself. My eyelashes are closed on days I lived while I was betting on their quality. I made for myself a beautiful world, no one can deny that.