and he disapeared, they believed he was dead.

Y me vuelvo a envolver en lo que erase una vez un cuentista de esos profanes, que dejan las palabras como dejan su a…

Well, good night, it is the night that brings calmness to the upheaval, uneasiness of the body.  Thus the brain does not feel challenged at times it is imperative to shut down and restart once again in an attempt to not fuck up and be afraid of the dark. 

Oh darkness my dear old friend where had you been, it has been years since I had applied any of this transcribed sentiments on the jugular of temptation.  Silhouettes of randomness slow caresses the spiked hairs, the culmination of its shiver.  The cold front face of the blade of time slowly eating away the night.

It is I who has forsaken you, but as the night there should never be remorse only a deepening sorrow that slowly appease rests on its lethargy, behind the curtains as they fall prey and succumb to the grand finale of this the great play of just one more day.

Good night. 

The beginning of an unread end.