Bitter Pills

She was so stressed out and her ‘little help’ was so out of control.

She was going to write about everything, but the true was that she only would write about the dark side of the moon (not exactly Pink Floyd’s way). The moon was that little white thing –circle shape- from the drugstore.

She wanted more than a page full of words, the only thing that she ever wanted was love.

The preview of life is something that you stop doing when you decide to died.

And of course, there was the Sun. So bright, so high.

Bob Dylan was so right about herself as Tennessee Williams was about Blanche; she was the girl with the fog, the amphetamine and the pearls; the one who loves just like a woman but breaks just like a little girl and never get bless because she never sees herself like all the rest.

Her heart felt, but her soul won’t be afraid of her own darkness.

Yes.

“I’m only words”