no tiene corazón

sit down on the floor and wander in my head.

sit down on the floor and see the trees, they are outside and i am not.

i want to sleep but something is stopping me from doing it and i realize i am thinking of her again, then i listen to this song: "ya no te extraño, ya estoy en paz...  ya estoy curado, o anestesiado...  ya me he olvidado. mentira"

"calavera no llora, no tiene corazón"

one idea stuck in time, and time stick to keep moving, and so it goes. though the idea does not move so easily.

and it does not hurt and there is no defeat, but culturally, humanly we seem to be set up for holding on to day dreams and thoughts, ideas and preconceptions of what we should be but who's to say what's right what's wrong. do anyone really care if i sit down on the floor to stare at trees?

it is time for lunch