sábado, febrero 20, 2010
fire play
I've become really obsessed with you. Not romantically or psychotically, but as a subject of investigation. Analyzing you, your thoughts and feelings, your life, your standards, your boundaries or the inexistence of any of the such, the way you pursue your dreams and the paths you follow for pretty much everything. I know how you work and I've begun to understand you...and fear you.
Looking around at examples of another people like you, I've understood how your mind works... but not in whole. Of course, I've always been a fatalist so I'm still not sure how much of them is there in you. And that's exactly why I fear. I understand you in ways I would have never understood you years ago... today I know I can't blame you.
Unfortunately I'll always be enchanted, you're another snake of the bunch, but you love my attention and manage to keep it. I know I'll burn with the fire sooner than later, but... That's written.
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