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3:42 am

“Night always
makes me feel down.”

Lost in despair.

I was lost on my own and I couldn't bear the thought of my life.

I was gone, caught in the torturing memories that burned like fire.
Water can never heal such pain…

Take me away, bury me in the sand.
Cause after all these years I am still the same…
A sad and bitter woman.

Crush my hope. Grow my hate.
There's no home for me.
Nothing to give; nothing to say.
So tell me it's a dream…

I'm leaving.

Here I am, writing my last song for you. I can't stay another day. I'll throw the pages on the floor. I'm starting over like before. I'll change this stupid ending and stay with you forever more. But when I'm lying next to you it's hard to bargain with the truth, cause when you know the love is gone the time has come to write your last song... There you are smiling at me from the next room, beautiful as the first day I met you. And I'm so sorry. I couldn't be the one to love you the way that you deserve to be.

It's hard to think of you and I as total strangers.
I've lived this last goodbye a million times or more in my mind.

I'm gonna miss you but I can't go back.
Even just to kiss you cause I can't exist just living a lie.
It's killing me to know that it's your last song.

Wunjo V

As the moon grows and the circle is complete
she lies down and waits for sleep.
But there's always a scenery in her mind
of all that beauty he once left behind...

Underbust.

Dibujos de fresas machacadas a palazos que acaban convirtiéndose en ríos de sangre. Calaveras con plumas y tinteros; frascos de datura stramonium de los que salen venas y arterias. Y una novia cadáver. Cicatrices de guerra que acabarán, sea como sea, en la piel.

They ask me to write a diary but I feel completely unable. The only real diary I have written has not fruits but griefs. Drawings rest in paper while words are kept. I just cannot behave like ordinary people. Do not depend someone. Do not show affection. Do not live like all of them.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out. It doesn't matter much to me.
I'm going to Strawberry Fields where nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Wunjo IV

She will ride across land and time
to find a way through this endless night.
There's a storm in her heart and the fire burns her soul,
but the wanderer's part is to ride alone.