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ok, i'm agree with the sentence: "you are what you write",

but the point is this: if i have no idea about what to write (like it happens to me in this moment) and i'm not even able to write a word, does it mean that i'm nothing?*

*so, molko was really so right? (?)

without

if i were brave enough i could write that nothing here (in this blog) has sense without you.

but we all know perfectly that i'm a complete coward who is not able of writing a thing like that.*

*thanks jesus that nobody is reading (this blog) right now

doors

everytime that i stand in front of one of those automatic doors that get opened when you are in front of them (ok, i confess it, i dont even know the name that they have) i feel scared.

the reason is because i suppose that the doors get opened when they feel that someone is standing there. it is like if they were able to perceive your soul.

and what about if one day the door doesnt open when i'm there? and what about if i dont have a soul anymore and this sensitive door finds it out?*

(these must be the real doors of perception)

*the souless girl, how tragic (?)

wet

"you are so perfect, you are so right as rain" *

*the fascination that wakes up the rain... the same that makes someone sing: "you look like rain"

cause

because i wonder if the man was created by god or if in fact, god is just a man's creation

*is it tragic?