Hello Hive friends!
Today I wanted to share with you one more piece of writing, it is my first time posting in this community so I will be aware of each comment, suggestion and/or opinion.
Once again there I was, as always very stunned, lost in my thoughts perhaps a little suicidal, that has become my routine, walking without stopping but letting the past affect me again.
There are small marks that are difficult to erase, it doesn't matter if they can't even be noticed, it's not something I can control, it just happens like that. Hurt? It's my middle name and it doesn't matter, there is no fixed course that I can take, in the same way there is no stability.
It is impressive and very dazzling the fact that pain has become my loyal lover,
May her kisses mark my skin as if it were paper, That his cold hugs destroy each piece and that his chilling look take me to yesterday...
May nostalgia embrace me at nightfall, so many laughs and moments that will never come back, fleeting moments of a life with a footprint in the sea, knowing that they were there but that no one else would see them.
The photos are my own, taken with an Alcatel 1v 2020 phone.
They were edited on the Instagram app.
Translation with Deepl.com
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