domingo, 27 de abril de 2014

I'm missing something...

... and I don't even know what.
I don't know if it's a what or if it's a who...
I really don't know anything about it except for the fact that it is missing and there is a hole inside of me that I feel like I can't fill.
 I don't even know why I am writing this post, or why is this in English instead of Spanish, but all I know it's that words are writing themselves and that there is a strange feeling inside of my chest.