I have nothing to say

Sometimes I have nothing to say ... Sometimes I have nothing to offer, just my silence, my listening and my body. I am far within the universe and out of your universe ... Sometimes I'm not there, as present as the moment. I'm on my things, my fights and my fires. Also I have feelings I do not want to transcribe or show but I am far from boredom, the tedium he suspects might be. I'm even further ... Sometimes people want to be fought in the dialectic, in the words or wishes but I have no strength to devote your time, that you think you deserve while and I hear you ... I lose. Sometimes it's so simple, so sane ... sometimes it is inhumane not to be just ... silence.

The strings of the clock stop and remain still and silent all!. That the street world, that she is sleeping!. Sometimes it's so easy to understand why I want to be nestled in the mantle of the wind, the wind away from the world fear. Sometimes I have nothing to say and did not apologize for not crave the other, or with evening gowns or with words ... not with flowers or with kisses. Callo. But the world keeps talking and listening do not know if what I am to announce, to tell me when to go, when I'm away. Sometimes the flame wars earn cold hearts, hearts slow ... dry. But I'm alive and I need ... silence. Sometimes I have nothing to say, it's as simple as that. I do not want to impress anyone or regret or miss anyone ... I just do not have to explain to my soul, why I feel that I feel everything and still want less ... or more. Sometimes I'm not for anyone or anything. I'm not the unconditional or selfless. I'm not what you expect ... only sometimes the waiting. Sometimes I have cold and do not recognize ... good weather. It is sometimes difficult to schedule my dreams, do return to the playground.

But they are wild and belong to heaven. Sometimes I have nothing to say and the world is not dead. Still alive, latent content. So ... I do not care if I miss it. I'm important, but is sleeping ...

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