Van y vienen...

Aunque estoy bien...siempre es como que mi super-sensibilidad o capaz que es mi memoria...no se...pero muchas me pasa....va creo que a muchas personas les pasa...pero...siempre hay algo que te recuerda.. esas meirdas que viviste...cosas que hiciste...que te hicieron..que sentiste...y es como que no lo podes controlar...empiezan a jugar en tu cabeza...te das manija hasta no poder...lo bueno es que siempre pasa...pero lo que te dura la automanipulacion...es mierda...y muchas son solo simples palabras que no tiene nada que ver...ni con vos ni con tu pasado..pero algo tocan..que te hace recordar...para colmo tambien odias a quien te hace rememorar eso...te odias a vos mismo...odias todo...

Esos momentos...esos tiempos...ese pasado...que hay que dejar atras...

Wasted Years - Iron Maiden
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm travelling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.

I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say,
it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.