The Prozac Memories

Una mirada a la hilaridad del deprimido abusador y amante de la maravilla medica encapsulada. Nada mas para decir. Muchos cuchillos por afilar.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

CrossRoads


NO. I was not expecting something like that.
NO. I'm not sane, not yet.


But there's a new path.
A long road that I could follow.
I don´t know what's at the end of this path. Maybe, finally this shit will kill me, maybe not.

But I'm sure the other roads will do at the first time, especially yours.

NO. I have no expectations.
NO. I don't wanna be a smiling idiot with an unconcious liar person.


Alone or not. I'm not hiding myself.




I'm just solving this crossroads..............................
.............................................And it's almost done.

4 Comments:

Blogger if said...

Sobre todo me ha gustado el final, and it's almost done, y por supuesto esa negativa a esconderte.

Hace poco leí esta frase:
Alégrate de tu confusión porque es señal de que tienes varios caminos para elegir.

Un beso.

12:58 PM  
Blogger In-prudencia said...

mmm... varios caminos que elegir...

7:23 PM  
Blogger vylia said...

Never hide yourself. Never.

Un abrazo.

8:52 PM  
Blogger El.Piter. said...

Muchas gracias niñas, solo espero que en cada camino, sea cual sea, no me esconda y nunca falten mas caminos para poder escojer

7:37 AM  

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