The Thoughts of the Beast

How I feel

Please, before you say "don't bother to me":  take a little bit of your precious time for reading this kind of letter that I am sure is plenty of waste, yea, that is … just the rubbish of your sweet life, but please,believe me, It´s important.

Last night I was thinking about the reason that makes me see you like a beautiful princess and my conclusion about is very idealistic and too mad that I can´t believe this is happening but despite everything is better than reality.  We are living a tale where without doubts, you are the beauty and I am the beast.

I know, this time, the beast is just a beast,  I mean the loser of the story.  What can I do? , may be I have to recognize my default but is easier to say than to do, please forgive me, is a matter of time.

I am doing my best for going away from your life, you know dear, please forgive me, this is a matter of balls.  My heart is beating yet, I feel like a plant without roots, like a dry river that has no water to bring, nothing to bring.  My name must be “pain”, "dust" whatever you want.    

   

Sorry baby,  I am a loser and, you are a beauty, too different as you said too many times.  Everything between you and me is  a big gap, a stupid connexion with darkness and nothing more.  

Sorry again, some illusions are walking around my mind, My thoughts are wrong is difficult to see the right way to follow in the middle of this turbulence.

I wish you the best and please, forgive me for being the beast that had dreamed of being anything more.