Hugs aren't enough, overwhelming

I don't care, and I don't care anything unless it's related to you, but I really feel everything and it has no sense but I don't care.

I don't care what you think? I don't know whether it's just me or not but I don't care...


I don't care because I'm sure, because I know, because I feel, because everything is all right and, what is more, I don't care because I'll be ok.

As someone told me a long time ago "I am a rock, I am an island... And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries..." The bad news are that that's true but the good ones are that I don't care.

I just wanna explore, I just wanna run, I just wanna get wet, I just wanna lay on grass, sand, wherever...I just wanna travel, scape, go on, go back, yaw...

I need air, I want to feel it all around my skin
, I wanna get hoarse by screaming...

What you don't know is that it's not a caprice, that's not something just to spend the time on, that's not... well... you need descriptions... I only can give you what I am and what I feel.

And I don't care whether it's enough or not, not, I'm gonna live.


"I don’t care what you think, as long as it’s about me"

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