There is a reason that keeps me today here, alone, in this spooky wheel. And there is one for all that knots in my throat, or this weight up in my head... in the deep down, on the end of the road. do you believe it? would you? i'm in the end again. just in time to be at the beggining. and for a second, i lost my words, my breath, my shadow. to lose your shadow is like to look in the mirror and the only thing you can see is a drunk face, without witness behind you. and knowing that if you close your eyes you will see the reverse of yourself. and it will freak you out for awhile, because you never see it before and guess what: you lose! no matter what or even how. wait for the night to come and this time, it won't bring you any relief, and once again you will look yourself in this broken mirror, for some one who left. being half... being hate. even for hate there is a reason, but...
why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?
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