Sentir, habitándome plena, integrando el miedo, la duda, el amor. Vulnerable.


>> lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

There’s a silence surrounding me, I can’t seem to think straight...

I’ll sit in the corner (no one can bother me)

I think I should speak now (why won’t you talk to me?)

I can’t seem to speak now (you never talk to me!)

My words won’t come out right (what are you thinking?)


I feel like I’m drowning (what are you feeling?!)


I’m feeling weak now... (you never talk to me)

But I can’t show my weakness; (what are you thinking?)

I sometimes wonder
¿what are you fe eli n g?








Where do we go from here?
It doesn’t have to be like this...