Toca respirar

To Virginia Woolf I wish I were liquid just to splash after the leap off my balcony, which is not, I wish I could get lost.  Far through the street gaps and drains,  running pipes, drunk but wise. I wish I learned before the horror it's not it all, the poetry can sometimes go wrong but the feelings, they cannot. But while wishing for my body keeps life and holds the daily nightmare, the sorrow panel and the anguish chart. Isn't thus something to be proud of? Pca

It ain't easy to handle, mesmerized by the music my heart trembled... Mood swings. They follow no rythm, achieve no dreams, score no goals. Mood swings, sad songs. Fighting for my wellness, dying in this dryness... Longing for a tear of pure water. Just a drop to pump my blood again and realise I truly am alive. It's just to much to be carried, may I call it a day? Life keeps going, anyway. Mood swings. They're controlling and bossy, maniac and fuzzy. Kept me drowning in this lake of thoughts, obsession I have no recall of. Mood swings, sad songs. Absence. Pca