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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Desperate

There are so many forms of being a walking death, but the worse is when you finally lose one of the most important things you have in life: Your Partner.

It feels like dying. Chest is competly compressed. Everything is blurry in your head. It feels like drawing. Everything becomes so dark thay you cannot see a way out.

When someone has changed, from thinking of no having any important feeling like not having a heart, but some patient force slowly and softly drives that thought to actually believing to have a heart and listening it valling for this special person.

It feels like abdicating. It feels like dying. It just feels like your chest will explode in any moment. Then, that is the worst kind of deayh. A living death walking.

It does not work trying to put your decision away because everythin, every moment makes you remember you are just sunk in you own disaster. Nothing is going to help you out of there when you lose that last hrain of hope.

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