#porquesera

Por qué será que me siento más humana cuando estoy a solas. Cuando el silencio es lo único que me arropa.

Por qué será que en la oscuridad me siento más segura,¿Seré acaso hija de la luna?

Por qué será que a este mundo le tengo cada vez más miedo,¿Acaso mi hogar no estaba en la tierra sino el cielo?

Por qué será...

I find myself thinking of her at all times of the day, and at all times of the night. I tell myself STOP thinking of her, She’s not thinking of you, she’s with someone else, s h e is now thinking of her . It’s slowly become a routine that I follow, I talk to myself and I tell myself to forget her. Forget the memories, forget her words, forget her voice, forget her face. f o r g e t the songs you once dedicated to her, the same ones that she went on to dedicate a su nuevo amor, her new feeling. STOP Thinking of her I tell myself.

I like to think that the louder I say it , somehow it’ll manifest into the universe and my wish will become true. That I will stop thinking of her , dreaming of her.