V i ever get to feel trapped, immobilized, observed? A bit 'like a goldfish, those who are in the fairs, relegated to the round glass containers, to turn around on themselves and then, without ostentation or amusements, just a little' oxygen to pull the evening and a careless eye searches for a moment that you? Here is this condition where I am. A condition of complete choking the life outside, one made of people, experiences, delays .... an unfulfilled dream ... in short, all those who aspire to live.
Although development of resistance to apnea in my mouth, strengthens the muscles by swimming and jumping, make me to shun the silent looks and I feel ready to take bites out of life ... rather than a shark continued to look like a carassius auratus auratus . And if only for the color (this fall that I is presented as the rage on runways autumn) also resign myself to living like this, but it is against my nature lion roaring away in the bush, but as Esther Williams and veered into the narrow spray marsh.
How? What to do?
It 'clear that I want to rebel against this project disillusioned, old-fashioned and boring, but how to escape? I see no way out but the memory of something different and far leads me to the desire to escape the memory of vast and unknown seas in which to dive as predator or prey that may matter? Although we do not risk anything. Although far, so in all, I have oxygen until the evening.
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