Miracles

When everything stings as failure always comes a north wind that recons we are good at it. I’m getting tired of relaxing in some bed of blooded thorns and never issue a complaint.

So here it goes… Never mind... it would never end.

I have to kill this thing I have in me before it destroys my humanity forever.
I rose today with the strangest sense of peculiarity one can force before some cruelty happens. The ghost of insanity remains permanent in my room. One more tormented night by the cold riverside of dreams. It will go down by the middle of the day, when the sunny rays of spring afternoon are allowed to enter. Whenever my bed doesn’t feel my presence. But it will come back, I know.

They call it the miracle of life, I taste it like the fugacious nightmare of surviving death.

Unconscious by the light a little girl sits back and falls asleep forever. Until some wicked man awakes her and lets her choose between the ages or her soul. Never let me grow up please. Let me sleep and dream. Even if what crosses my mind in that state makes a crazy person out of me. Because I hate this world so much you can’t even imagine! Let me stay as I am now. Is that too much to ask? I am my own mind finally! It took a eternity to achieve it. I won’t let anyone rip it away from me!