Traslated

During her stay here, during all of it, she jus thougt of how to satisfy the wishes of her ghosts, wishes to neither she believed she had in mind. Everything was henceforth to the now. Never set in her life deserved a few pinches of care. She felt confused, lost. Living didn't mean a gift and she dind't understand the sentence: Live the present.

Thanks to chance and luck could open her eyes. It was fast, perhaps a single evening. It was enough to understand it. How easy was life, it seemed to be nothing or none that could stop her. She could scream and dance alone without feeling ashamed. She could achieve those goals only a few face to achieve. Perhaps their best auguries were truly tangible, would cease to be suspended in the air. Now, se had all of it at her disponsal, and thanks to what they were, the best of the gifts wasn't achieving them. It was to be able to enjoy the way she should go to achieve them.

But, as in everything, the theory was the easy part. The practise came to wrest her her pure and intense intentions to change, to be better, to be what she wanted.

Maybe were her peers, maybe her superiors, but everything turned complicated. She fell again. This time simulated to be different, less burdensome, less suffocating than their carer. But, of course, her desire an dthe courage she had experienced, that euphory, those mad whishes to live... they would, maybe, not flood her again.

Even so, even being again confused, she again lifted after her hard fall. She was, little by little, collecting the pieces of tranquility and peace wich fell into his stumbling to collect again her happiness. She got back to feel euphoric above all. She got to see everything as if it were new, surprising again. She got smile up to the toughest. And, what is infinitely wonderful, she never, ever, ever wasted the time.

Confused

It's something strange how you make me feel. I don't know why you do these things. I can't understand why you do these things. Lately, your behaviour is not the same. You seem to another person. You're not you. Eventually, I'm not aware about your life.

However, I can't hate you.

If I can't find myself

If I can't think correctly
If I can't clarify my thoughts
If everything is going wrong, unstoppable
If all I can do is abandon my mind
If none knows what is happening to me

What should I do?

Maybe breathe deeply. Just that.

As a child (L)

Faith, confidence and fairy dust.

Start over new

I'm not puntual

Sometimes I'm not amusing

I can be very impatient

I often prefer the fast way

I should use my time in usefull things

But I never ever forget that I'm just like the rest

It may be a point in my favour