Insoportablemente aquí

I'm blue.
Sometimes my feelings are so dark it's more like a stormy color, like big, bloated and gloomy clouds passing by my face and sinking in my eyes.

And so I feel torn between duty and desire, not wanting to be here and yet, feeling bad about not wanting to be here.

Best thing would be just not to be. To vanish like a whisper into your ear, and be just a nice memory for those that can still hold nice memories of me.

Some nights I feel like saying goodbye.

Some days I feel like I just need you to talk to me, to tell me it's allright, everything is gonna be allright... even if it's a lie. I need you, anyone, to tell me so.

I can't face live, yawning, the absence... I'm blue, or almost grey.

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Solo un poco de desvarío depre... ya avisé ayer, tengo mis subidas y bajadas... estoy en un punto bajo... mañana será mejor.

Saludos a todos.