Inside of the chrysalis of papillon

This lonely piece of wood

Have you ever seen the air as a part of your own lost soul? It tastes a little bit like the fear of those who run to nowhere. I’m not saying that you should be the one to feel the most of it. It doesn’t make any sense to think that the animals you’... more

Previous blog entries:
Jun 8	-	KILLED SILENCE
Jun 2	-	My hands.
Aug 24	-	Home

El infortunio es un vestido de fiesta
desteñido... No te gusta el color
ni el olor amarillo que se desprende
de su ondular interesado.
No hay problema... cámbialo.

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