Silver Tears
The way things are going I have few years to survive.
My life has been everything less than a life. It was about survival.
Survival is continue to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship.
Things where big now are small to me, for instance there were toys as a child that seemed big (like rooms) to me. Now they seem small and the rooms minuscule.
Oldies are interesting but this kind of difference of sizes has been bringing me this doubt: Are we really happy as a child and naive? Are we really living during the growing stages or maybe absolutely distracted and isolated?
My name is Kindell.
I am kind and difficult to understand.
I am not saying to know me or to be interested in my story. My life is so complicated that my ness is falling down.
Warm feelings passed by me as ice cutting my heart.
I am not able to cry...is hard to do that nowadays. Beeing and staying bright is not making a difference anymore.
