Sick of all the people talking about me
When they don’t really know me
They don’t really see the same as I see
Well, I know what I’m supposed to be
People show me love, but then they judge me
Why they gotta treat me so shady?
They think that they sit above all things
But really in the shadows they are drowning
Me hiere tanto tu ausencia,
que no la voy a dar por acabada.
Iré a tu encuentro;
para gritar tu nombre
sobre la tierra mojada…" - Micropoesía de noche (via entreletrasycafeina)