It's not that I don't love her company, it's just that right now I'm desperate for solitude and I don't know how else to find it. So I shower. I take baths. I go for long walks. I tend to do this a lot. - W. |
It's not that I don't love her company, it's just that right now I'm desperate for solitude and I don't know how else to find it. So I shower. I take baths. I go for long walks. I tend to do this a lot. - W. |
He's hardly touched me and my heart is racing; memories crash over me, scalding me in waves: the weight of his body against mine; the taste of his skin; the heat of his touch and his sharp gasps for air and the things he's said to me only in the dark. Butterflies invade my veins, and I force them out. - J. |
here in the dark, dusty corners of my mind I feel a strange relief. I am always welcome here in my loneliness, in my sadness in this abyss, there is a rhythm I remember. The steady drop of tears, the temptation to retreat, the shadow of my past the life I choose to forget has not will never ever forget me - J. |
Aquellos que no te comprenden, siempre dudarán de ti.
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Novela de ciencia ficción, escrita por Richard Matheson, en 1975 se titula: "En algún lugar del _________"