The errors

In the desperation to forget you, I started to burn, drinking from the bottle and smoking to death, I was in painted spirals and losing the bets.

I don't really know if I was looking for sympathy or doom, but I did silence the sound of your voice and the colours of your eyes. It was easy to exist in a world where my language didn't know about the work of your name. It was getting exhausting, I defeated myself in the situations of living by the pain of forgetting you.

I didn't think much about the consequences, writing with the left hand and suspicious lips, I had become a prediction. And I did it because I didn't have the way to survive the rupture of my arteries with the silence of my heartbeat. So I fell, bit and understood.

TA.