miércoles, 11 de febrero de 2015

It's winter

It's dark and everything around it's white, blue and dark. Can you believe it? I only remember his eyes... Dark... Grey...Sad.

Now? Do you want to know what I am doing now? Please, don't ask me. Don't force me to tell the true. My tears run wild in my face and when I look me at the mirror I see a tiger...

I'm afraid, please, kiss me. I juts want a touch of your lips.
Now, touch  my neck, chest, belly, legs... It's fantastic, like a dream. DON'T WAKE ME UP! 

It was amazing. I see the ceiling and it's blue. No, please, no more withe; blue and dark. I look at your face and is dark, there are shadows in you visage.

Everything was so fast, I really hate the winter, it´s hard, long, but sometimes I like it. Maybe I like the hard things and I hope them. Perhaps I love the cold caressing my skin. The winter can be nice... If you like the pain.