Go away

Written on Spring 2014

Here I am again. And each time I decide to go back to writing, I care a bit less about who reads it. This time, however, I simply don't really care about anyone reading this.

This makes no sense

Thought on Winter. Written on Autumn.

If there's something I have learn is that most things make little sense, and the rest make no sense at all.

Giving it all away

Written on an early Monday morning

No sé muy bien cómo explicarlo. en realidad no sé si quiero explicarlo en absoluto, pero a veces pasan estass cosas