querida amiga soledad - dear friend loneliness

in pidiito •  6 years ago 

odiaba estar solo pero así me quede bajo la lluvia…me pase la tarde pensando sin saber en que pensaba…tal vez una taza de café me haga ser yo de nuevo…tal vez siempre fui el mismo arrogante…tal vez cambie tanto que ya no se quien soy…y si solo soy nadie queriendo ser alguien? O quiero ser nadie para vivir solitariamente, no lo se ….si tan solo supiese el significado de la vida….tal vez si lo supiese no seria lo mismo vivir así…

Por que cuando tropiezo con una roca tiene que marcar mi vida? Por no solo simplemente paso la tomo y la tiro a lo mas lejos que se pueda del buen camino? A menos que el camino en el que este no sea el correcto…mi venganza seria como si un ángel se enamorase…seria imposible tocar lo perfecto…moriría si lo hiciera

Mi venganza te quemara la vida y la consumirá por dentro

Alguien una vez me dijo “has de la vida lo que ella hace de ti”…creo que nunca lo entendi ,siempre lo he querido saber

Todos hacen de mi vida lo que la vida les hace a ellos…tal vez sea por que los deje…tal vez quiera dejarlos…le temo a lo que las personas hacen,lo odio,pero parecen titanes devorándose entre si sin un fin…aun somos animales…ahh…siempre lo hemos sido…las personas son lo que la vida hace de ellas.

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I hated to be alone but so I stayed in the rain ... I spent the afternoon thinking without knowing what I was thinking ... maybe a cup of coffee made me be again ... maybe I was always the same arrogant ... maybe I changed so much that I no longer I know who I am ... and if I'm just nobody wanting to be someone? Or I want to be nobody to live alone, I do not know ... if only I knew the meaning of life ... maybe if I knew it would not be the same to live like this ...

Why do I have to mark my life when I stumble on a rock? For not only I just take it and shoot it as far as I can from the right path? Unless the road where this is not right ... my revenge would be like an angel falling in love ... it would be impossible to touch the perfect ... I would die if I did

My revenge will burn your life and consume it inside

Someone once told me "you have to live what she does about you" ... I think I never understood, I always wanted to know

Everyone makes of my life what life does to them ... maybe it's because I leave them ... maybe I want to leave them ... I'm afraid of what people do, I hate it, but they look like titans devouring each other without an end ... we are animals ... ahh ... we have always been ... people are what life makes of them.

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