Human

About people like me:

We are the worst friends you can find,

and we die to defend you because we have something called loyalty,

laziness was born in our veins, we reincarnate that sin with pride,

We would like to reach the stars and learn from their figures, and to wait to know their name, but there are times that we have this hurt. It is between the heart and breathing, it is in where there is nothing. We believe that we learn to cry and beg, again. 

In those moments we forget.

Oh, and we are one of those who if they did it they would have the words on their lips. We would be unstoppable as there would be no competition of egos in the brilliance that would be our appeal, we would-be revolutionaries. 

If they helped us.

We have a thirst, a search, locked in the need that we die a little every year that we do not love you. Is that we know that we are in love with love but also with you. 

And that nobody could believe that the eyes lost in clouds, the distance and mistakes are all innocent. We are truly blind.

T.A.