Sitting on the wall

12-02-2014 01:30

The sand of the wave.

You’re; who do you think you are?

You're one?

Refuse me it, I’ll not do it. You restrict me and you're a skeptic in my vision ,makes me that  I doubt the existence of  something infinite.

The past I neither deny it nor exclude it, if it hadn't been for that  you had not entered to my life.

I feel that I’m the one that's speaking to your soul with anxieties of ego.

I´m writing, you’re avoiding the message.

Perfection is I want it in my word, which is pure and polished.My skin has cold with the thirst that I am facing. My wrinkled heart and my mind of color have voice by means of symbols.

                                                                                                                                          Mayra A(2) Z.