... and if I stopped talking for a while '?
... and if I stopped thinking for a while '?
... and if I stopped dreaming for a while '?
I can call in a bit ', just a little,' a bit 'as required.
To find decisions that were already established, to find thoughts already thought to be hopelessly complex and do not irremediable situations.
is the fear of growing up, I think.
is the fear of love, I think.
... and the merger of these two fears is terribly wrenching tirelessly verbose.
I would freeze for a while 'leaving the world to keep my place.
is now stuck with me. Stop. There are none, I will draw the belly, I do not comb, perhaps, and certainly will not eat so much sleep, I dream a lot ... and ridiculous ... and I remember them tomorrow ... and STOOOOOOOOP!
.. and I finally realize that every moment I would consider as independent of the previous and next.
But I'm saying?! What am I thinking?!
are too large and too small for some considerations for other .... and most do not understand a shit.
