All wear a mask at least regardless of the time of Carnival, Halloween or anyone.
Today, however, I left free hands on the keyboard. Free to slide behind the thoughts and exited this. Not only fashion but a succession of repetitive phrases often, perhaps without meaning to those who do not share aspects, but I did not want to retouch. Let still, helpless, so impressed. Natural. I do not know if it’s a story, a story or just a familiar sight for someone from the outside but I would not erase them and, indeed, I published. That every player the interpreters as belief, his face if he wishes, or see below. It does not matter. For me it is no longer.
A mask and you, you and a mask. Why you…
She is “uncomfortable” I would say.
What arrogance and arrogance tells you things in the face even though he knows it to hurt and it does even on purpose.
She is the one that intimidates, selfish bitch who has no guilt and apologize if eight times out of ten it’s because it has to do and not because they really think.
She is snobbish and haughty that no one but does not calculate it passes all have to whisper something.
But this is only a mask, a mask of titanium that was put on by the people, who never got to know her really. The same people who tried to avvicinarsela but maybe she was not allowed much. And you fit. She likes this mask and wearing for years with great bravado I dare say. Although sometimes he finds himself not Useful facts even more who he really is.
She is insecure in reality, that always feels out of place, never in the right place at the right time, able to stumble in a grain of sand, and a bit clumsy ‘child in his mistakes always asking why.
She’s the one with blue eyes metallic, who loves the four-cheese pizza, the Little Prince, white tulips, Disney movies, the smiles given away and laugh. Laugh out loud. Lives of coffee, dreams superheroes that lead to safety and always have the music in your ears not to hear the noise of the world.
She is the one who truly loved once and know that’ll never love again. At least not in this life and in that way.
She’s the one with the slightly crooked smile that always bites his lip and staring at you in the eye to read you inside but no one notices.
She is also one that allows everyone to get closer but soon realizes that a person could have the key to his secret garden or at least be able to climb over that wall the runs. It does not ask why, it just happens. Then she cries of anger. Near her it is extremely difficult.
She’s the one with the perennial fear of letting go, letting discover more than they should, more than I can allow her comfort zone of protection. Perpetually she hides behind what is not, and no one understands. Could not surprise her.
She is the one who in the evenings free law books or writes relentlessly pages and pages of a story that perhaps lived, or maybe not, but no one has ever read anything.
She’s the one that gets excited for little things unexpected and the attentions to many trivial provided perceives are sincere and just for you and if it was not totally true.
She’s the one who always has a kind word for everyone, but no good word for himself.
She is the one who loves to write, write down but it does between the lines even if she herself can not read between the lines. A little ‘how to say “Love me without touching me.”
She is the one who is born alone and will leave alone leaving a big mess to who will realize that you lost.
This is you and perhaps have a little ‘too…