quarta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2011

Acto III - "like a bone, i'm so breakable"

"it's all about the hormones. it's all about the hormones. those dreadful hormones. it's all about them. it can only be. i wouldn't cry like this if it was not. it's all about the hormones. i must have a problem. i have to go to the doctor. it's all about the hormones." - i keep telling myself.

But is it? If I really start to do what people tell me to - if I start to think it through - maybe I'll see it's not. Not about the hormones. Maybe I'll believe I could be saved.



Maybe I can live; not survive, but live.



Pensamentos dispersos por à(s)

2 comentários:

toca-me ao de leve, com gentileza. e, depois, quando me tiveres cativado, poderás então fundir a tua alma à minha.

as palavras são coisas curiosas, há quem diga que dão vida. por isso, escreve. dá-me vida.

Subscrever: Enviar feedback (Atom)