Another day... one of those in which life never goes by, one of nothing, a lost one. A greyish blue day. Trees don't whisper, wind doesn't go between, there are no birds singing, no spring to smell, no winter to feel, no summer to breathe, just another day of fall. I turn to the sky and find clouds covering the sun, an unpredictible ray of light fell upon a butterfly that was flying cold over a death flower, she was desperate and lost, she was longing on a wish that died before the sunrise, and i was her dream looking at her looking at me searching for a sun that was falling. I left, i went away leaving the flying insect behind, leaving my desire along. I took a train, it went into a tunel, it turned the lights on and i fell sleep, i dreamt about her, swinging her wings to the nothing, to oblivion, to darkness, to deep, cruel, and empty space. I felt cold and woke up when the train reached the ocean. We went underwater, we went underearth, we went under... And i found me, looking at me looking at myself seaching for a way out.
Érase una vez un hada de color morado... su historia fue escrita en la puerta de una chica con una cama de princesa loca de manicomio y unos audífonos que transtornan la realidad a su paso. Algún día le tomaré fotos y podrán leer lo que de ella fue.
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