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what happened to the morning birds when i woke up? what happened to the time when eating junk for breakfast was a joy? what happened to the excitement i felt when watching tv past my bedtime? what happened to the small joys of my child life? why everything smells so rotten?

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la alquimista

24 peces en el estanque.

escribo porque mi alma se comunica conmigo por medio de letras vagas y palabras inexistentes.

escribo cuando mi espíritu grita; cuando mi ánima murmura lo que sintió hace dos mil años; cuando mis entrañas recuerdan lo que una vez fue, pero nunca pasó; lo que mi voluntad anheló y anhelará.

¿sabías que las vacas tienen mejores amigas? :)

también me expreso en inglés porque creo que cada lengua tiene una forma diferente de transmitir sentimientos. please be kind if my writing is worth less than a forgotten pamphlet on the floor★.

actualmente estoy en proceso de escribir un libro. ¿a caso verá algún día los ojos de alguien más que los de su creadora?

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inside a system inside a dream you drink your morning coffee but it doesn’t taste the usual something is… different but ignorance is a bliss

you turn on the morning tv show but their faces seem different. maybe the static doesn’t let you see right. ignorance is a bliss

you greet your neighbor next door and his voice is deeper, different you wonder if you got a cold you pay no mind

you stare at the pictures on the wall wondering if your grandma always had a mole on her nose wondering if your brother always had a scar on his hand perhaps it’s best to ignore it. maybe sickness has gotten into you.

you stare at your hands fully convinced there’s nothing wrong but why, when you look at them, feel foreign, unattached, to you?

why does your body moves, without you controlling it? why is your dog barking at you? maybe it is best to ignore everything, and keep on going without a worry.

the dog just watches, the tv is on with the usual show, the morning coffee taste the same, your grandma’s smile comfort you, and you have never felt happier

but then, why does your body unintentionally shivers when you question a thing? maybe you have gotten a cold.

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