Idiot (english Version)

A by Not Named Me

IDIOT!

Yes, you, I mean, I (also you)

How it is possible? Why the things that you are hoping that dont happen and happen, although you know that they will, bother you and they eat you away on the inside, without you are able to express what you feel because you must hold it?

A testimony from that person you must believe because your soul dictate it is a whole a conflict. If doubts, that somebody is the problem, if no, the testimony itself is your problem when you know, or you think that you know, that there is something else that you are not knowing, something that burn you on the inside and destroy your nerves.

In my here and my now, a world of anguish, disconcert, anger, incredulity, fear, doubt and another mixture of emotions, but joys and likes, reign. I feel an internal pressure.

But I will not do anything, I will pretend to forget it (I will not be able), I will remain as who walks alone in a forest and his ankle twist, he can't do anything more than to sit or lie down, according to the twist and its own physical strenght, until it heals a little, but when he stands up, it will continue suffering awhile before a complete recovering, only that in this case, it will leave an internal scar.

Only I have left to wait for the moment in that no longer important to forget, because in that here and in that now she already will be special…