If you concentrate you can feel it inside you, something that moves. It 's a thought that moves slowly, confused, faltering, distracted. Yet slowly takes hold of you, it gets into your heart and wraps. Do you feel suffocated, even before understanding what it is.
Yet you love him, love him terribly as a child.
feed, grow and feel strong, alive. Pian he sees the outline plan, still undefined, but brighter, more vivid.
anxiety envelops you and you want to drive it away from you, hope you do not belong; brutally away hoping that he does not return, and fixed the image of your anger projected on each surface. E 'palpable, hate it, but you can not not love her. The thought distracted
devours you, body and soul and feeds of your uncertainties.
you let yourself be intoxicated by its scent, but only for a moment, because it is so pungent smell that stings the nostrils, and you will instantly rouse.
sting the eyes the tears that you just can not hold back. Do not you feel more hotties and want to just jump into the void, hoping to open his eyes when someone decided for you, when you no longer feel the weight of oppressive, that crushes you against the earth and the heart resumes its regular beat, no more victim of the grip of that damn snake that now slip away at your feet.
The Note, perplexed but not surprised. E 'part of you, but not you, and you want to purify with fire that horrible snake, that languid movement which is still trying to get hold of you.
You look away, and fixed a cloud in the sky, the pure white which gives a faint hope of salvation, and yet you can be sure that the earth is calling you, your feet already feel the unmistakable tingle, the slight rustle, and you know, come back to look, there, where you only can you save, where only your hands you can get rid of quell'irrazionale certainty that just two wings to fly.
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