Silver and Colder.

Extrañas las sensaciones que traen consigo algunas personas.
Distintas las formas de ver algo... recuerdo muchos momentos como si mi retina hubiera visto aquellos seres hace minutos.


¿Letanías de una memoria borrosa?.
¿O simplemente actos de una memoria desvariante que se rehúsa a dejar ir algunos momentos quizás preciados para ella misma?.




Silver, like the cold steel of the blade, feels your memory.
And cold it feels inside when we start wandering about the why, where, and when... cause the who, we already know (and mine it's not who you might think it is).

... Colder when you realize you're just playing along with fire, and at certain point, you will get burn.



When hearts are left broken, some words are better left unspoken.
We have to fit into our own standards...
Cause eventually, we are the only ones left broken, sad, or happy and joyful... it's all up to us.
And afterall we all stand alone...


There are wounds that are not meant to heal at all... but not for being there we have to crumble and crush.

Life's a circle... let's just surround it.

Don't waste your touch
You won't feel anything
Or were you sent to save me?
I've thought too much
You won't find anything
Worthy of redeeming.

Yo he estado aquí muchas veces antes y regreso...