proferidos

I've been lying around in bed all day not sure weather I should get up. Sleeping has a way of tricking time you know? I cheated myself into the future believing somehow the absence from the present would prevent me from feeling the unbearable pain of being alive. In the process of having the most terrible and the sweetest dreams to waking up I lost sense of reality, not knowing what was really worst; waking up from my nightmare into the nightmare of reality, or waking up tortured by the fantasy I still had what I lost. Overcoming, it costs too much, it costs getting over. Letting go.