How beautiful this winter would be if the sky were the color of your eyes.
A naked night knocked at the door. She wanted to buy love. I sent her away.
If I must pick one type of love it wouldn’t be eternal love.
Every morning I wake up to a list of things “to do.” I hate things. I love only their meanings.
If heaven were hell what would you do?
I do not speak anymore. Since I read Camilo José de Cela’s Cristo Versus Arizona I decided silence is the only thing I should practice.
@Gabriela Marie Milton