Contrary

What's that fucking feeling about opening your heart out to someone...?

Is it really fucking worth it, to chase back love somehow, risk it, enjoy life, share it, breaking laws and shit with someone else. It's not even close. I think I am chasing another type of life, meanwhile I can care about myself and my nena. I think am switching winter to summer since this bitch won't let my daughter LIVE peacefully

Y'ALL KNOW?!

Media and shit is so used to stereotype everything. Or "standardize"?... I guess I don't like that shit anymore. I am done watching how life could be through a fucking phone or how this tool can drag so much people into a mainstream of ideas of how life "IS". 

MAN WOMAN AM SO FUCKING SICK OF IT

Am drunk

And I've mixing my latest feelings, and it feels like a freaking carousel, like sometimes I picture myself being successful, doing what I love. Maybe what I love should not be compromised with anyone. Maybe I'll love someone who could stand that. For the moment I might not give any more fucks. But yet I find myself talking about those two pictures.

I know the third picture has to be the main one, about me, myself and I. That great feeling of going along with yaself'.

 

Too many fish in the sea they say.

Maybe am not fishing right now. 

But of course I know fish.

Turn your scales into what my eyes could haunt for. Tell me more about light going through water surfaces so I can tell what refracting in Bahía means. As our fins could swim into a crucible, melting at Caldera's noon. Moon diving in the reflect, the sea would shine off a constellation that would seal us in the passion.

fuck the love for the moment i just want to enjoy life for a minute