atrapada dentro de un cuerpo inseguro e imperfecto
similar al cascarón de un huevo
que no tiene la figura completa de una esfera
se rompe fácilmente cuando choca contra el suelo
desparrama su contenido
ese de aspecto desagradable, amarillo gelatinoso
a veces rueda a distancias cortas antes de encontrarse con una pared
se detiene, quizá alguien lo levante y lo analice esperando encontrar grietas
en cambio yo
sigo rodando sin detenerme
juntando cada vez más grietas
no he encontrado una pared
no espero encontrarla pronto
touch me with your lips
4 years ago
2 comments:
me encantan tus metaforas.
I don't think I'll ever stop feeling alone. I agree, it's not about people, because I don't think people can really fill one of the many voids I have.
I don't know, though, I don't remember ever feeling alone when I was a little kid and I'd spend the entire day with my mother. Now, I just feel sad when I think about it, and my inability to feel that comfort again is the main cause of my loneliness, I suppose.
I wish I could go back, most of the time.
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