Treadmill Or Air Walker?

December is coming and, after a "Sweet November", come the Christmas lights. And hate. I hate them because they outshine my own light and cause it to cloud my ideas. It is ironic because not so many years were those lights which, next to mine, sparkled in the eyes of anyone watching me. Where was this illusion ...? It was fading as the years were added, unstoppable and merciless.

Without asking.

overflowed She was feeling and did not know back on track. She put her sunglasses and left to take her hand because she promised that if they encountered alg & uacuI n obstacle, warn. He painted his days between moons suns became summer and thousands of places to visit, but never warned that the colors you were spending. The mistake was that they broke both use and love her, despite the times it is clouded glasses, they are never removed.

For him, it was just a kind of goal. It was an "impossible" that puzzled him a very sweet. He tattooed his looks, he burned the skin and is cured with salt. Then he wrapped himself in a love and it was waterproof. She heard laughter in the middle of the madrugada, but did not open her eyes because she was scared and hoped that he would protect.

Because that is also promised.

symphonies that made her heart latiese hard and stretched her lips. A voice prompting ... I could not really blame him. He never took away his arguments and merely dropping the weight of a tinted silent guilt. And in the worst case, erased the pictures and then redraw them, but were not as sharp.

Until stopped.

This time it had been real, as did his enthusiasm. Her eyes became two empty questions and tore his throat all the times I called him in silence. The ink drawings had spilled and he decided it was better to break all the pages, knowing that they also break the fibers of her feelings.




And then murdered his muse.