second letter.

"thinking thinking think, it's all i do
looking beyond the being, the music keeps beating in my head and i know in a few minutes it will hurts, so why don't i just lay down? am i too pervert for you? am i too dirty?
oh, i'm sorry, it's just my mind speaking, i've no control.
and this voices in my head screaminh for speed. wait, they are playing!
they are saying something confused, good news i'm not the only one! what a happy moment.
I found that if i try to stop them, it will hurt badly more, badly high. oh mommy, i'm dead.
or maybe i'm just a servent of a substance that no one knows i take and that's how i want it to be. I know my things and that's enought for me. oh no, it hurts. my fingers are moving alone, i can't control, and i take no responsability for any move of them. they are alone right know, because i'm too far way in some place where there's clocks in the grass. what that means what that means? oh life, oh heart, oh dream, what have we done? why didn't you took hand in your future? why anyone didn't? don't wanna think about, i'm so confused about it.
my hole soul is in the other side, tell me now that's fake.
around around around that's my thoughts. now i've a confession.
Bless me Father, for i've sinned .
-they just want to know you.
- yeah, i haven't met anyone like that. anyway, there's nothing to know."

Shut up! i'm trying to talk!

4 F's : find, feel, fuck, forget.