Mi vida... tal cual

lunes, julio 29, 2013


(The joy formidable)

You find yourself saying goodbye not caring anymore. You have been here too many times to know that things are just returning to their nominal form. A hug, some taps on the shoulder and you keep going without looking back. You can feel the fakeness out of those eyes and indulge in it. Not that is makes you sad, but instead more aware, more weary of what you are surrounded with.

By the time you stumble upon something good, you will know. A whirr in your ear is the only thing it takes to recognize authencity, genuine interest, fragility.