I can't help but feeling.

I can't help by feeling. I'm in the best years of my life, I don't want in my future to look back and be angry to myself, I don't want regrets. But I don't want to loose someone and be sad of never being part of its life either. I can't help but feeling. Even when I know all the possibilities are fucked up. Love definitely sucks. I'm a hopeless romantic. We were meant for each other, but never to be together and fate sucks. You're the one who got away. If I ever thought my future was uncertain that was because I never knew your story. This sucks. I can't help but thinking about you. And how I feel. How sad is to realize that the things you want are impossible.

Ser humano, desearía dejar de ser

Me siento atrapada. Atrapada en una jaula que nadie ve ni puede entender. Ni siquiera puedo hacer gracia de presumir que yo la entiendo. Siento que necesito estirar mis brazos a mi alrededor, pero no puedo. No puedo y me siento claustrofóbica con mi propia vida. Siento que necesito renunciar a todo y correr, correr, durante días, durante meses, años, siglos, milenios, eones. No es mi vida. No es mi espacio. Es el mundo. Y al mismo tiempo soy yo. Es la vida. Y no la entiendo. Quisiera huir de ella y del tiempo. Si tan solo fuera posible. Si tan solo pudiera entender por qué. ¿Por qué necesito alejarme de mí?