Me da miedo dispararle con mis dedos a los aviones en el cielo por que siento que podria de alguna forma pasar que salieran balas de verdad y hacer que el avion se desplomara
Something is missing; i can feel it. There isnt love. there isnt someone. There is just… me, i guess. Something is gone for sure. I am gone, i guess. A stranger in your own body. i can recognize my hands but no my face. Two different individuals take part of one being. They fight and I am just in between… confused. There isnt something quite right. Whats wrong? I need to know. Someone...
we can do so much things but we never try