viernes 13 de enero 2017
The shadows. They scare me. It scared me. Mine scared me. Where did I learn to fear the shadows? Its my turn to breathe now. An honest breath. I want an honest breath. I just took an honest breath. It was mine and no one else's. An exclusive breath. I promise, I want to share it. But I don't know how. Someone said making art is teaching others your language, so they can speak with you, I suppose. That's what I'll do then, so we can one day share this breath, the one I breathe in the shadows by myself.
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