Alguien* me dijo que el apego a las cosas solo me lleva al sufrimiento. No puedo estar mas de acuerdo! Wash! Es increible lo estupidamente dependientes que nos volvemos de cosas que no tienen sentido, de personas que no hacen la diferencia. Que ridculos nos vemos dandole importancia a las cosas mas insignificantes...
Como pude haber sido tan ciega para estrellarme de frente contra el fuego como las mariposas?







*^_^!!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhhh :)

I'm hiding behind the curtain so you won't see me, and I'm trying not to breathe so you won't notice I'm there.
But it's getting harder,
hiding get's harder everytime you pass by,
'cause whe I see you I know I miss you,
and it seems like the stars are falling down from my sky,
and they're falling down on me,
and I'm blinded, anxious and desperate,
just notice the mess I've done!

But I'll still be silent, hiding behind the curtain, peeking from the other side of the door through the doorknob,
hoping you'll draw the curtain and open the door,
so that someday I'll be able to put the stars back where they belong,
up there with you.
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Someday I know I'll pick them all up... ^_^

Deep within every human being there still lives the anxiety over the possibility of being alone in the world, forgotten by God, overlooked among the millions and millions in this enormous household. A person keeps this anxiety at a distance by looking at the many round about who are related to him as kin and friends, but the anxiety is still there, nevertheless, and he hardly dares think of how he would feel if all this were taken away.

Look at the little girl with the little black dress and the shiny red shoes.
She's got nothing on her mind...bink bink bop! oh oh! Hello!
Is there anybody out there? Is there anyone home?
So comfortably numb, just thinking about bugs.
Look at her hiding in the dark, smiling at the sun.
There she is, the little girl, with a spider in her hand and only 25 cents.
There she goes, walking to shool, singing her songs,
look at her, drawing on the floor, wearing flowers on her hair.
Oh the little girl, playing with her dragonfly, flying away with butterflies.
There goes the little girl, holding on to her candy cane,
going away to drown her pain in lemonade.
Left, right, left, jumping again, shes starting to sing,
she's meeting the boy playing games with her head so they can walk together again.