This text is a more like what I read in a video of last month (which, as you'll see is my work).
not please excuse if the topic is not within the canons of the blog, but it is very dear to me as I am epileptic. This text
I have dedicated to all those who, like me, suffer from this disease but without addressing the fears and accept without forgetting and indeed they did own a disturbing pleasure.
am a land surveyor that studies to land so my literary skills are underdeveloped, and I apologize if these words may seem trivial, and the text or unpleasant child. But it is written down in words what I feel.
Thanks and happy reading.
The mind freezes. His eyes, bloodshot, admire nothing.
The body lies dormant and muscle before you gallop like frightened horses. Stride
a chord in my head. Like a violin reluctant to agree.
A shiver shakes my insides.
Inside of me only the deafening noise of silence and the dazzling flashes of darkness.
How to deal?
It 's like when you see a woman strip naked for the first time. The questions arise spontaneous.
What to do? Touch it? Kiss? Caress?
same feeling I felt the first time. Resist or let go? Fight or accommodate?
By now I do not remember. I only know that the mind begins to dawn.
It 's time to wake up and go unconscious.
Whenever you reach for me, my sweet crisis, I feel faint. Everything stops and attempts to reappear. Strange voices around me, the desire to want to talk about that remains unfulfilled. Wanting to move with consciousness is only a mirage. But one thing I am certain.
I just know that it is because if you have what I became.
With my bitterness but also with my strength. With my courage and my strength is now a different person.
Resistant to the winds of cruelty, the anger and frustration.
You've been banging a hammer on which every day until my temper the bitterness.
company of so many pains today I salute you. A
or tomorrow after my terrible friend.
For now, the aura is gone.
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