Breeze

Y no era so difficult. no queria que fuese so fucking difficult. podian hacerlo quite simple, in fact.
Ella screamed to the wind, day and noche, dia and night, waiting que la escuche i decida llevar sus palabras, sad words. i las words viajaban and fly i bailaban in the wind and sometimes se distorsionaban con la soft brisa, suave breeze. she wanted to perderse en la breeze i hacerse viento and be viento for eternity. dejar la monotonus rutina por a life de recorrer las souls in the wind.
And las palabras viajaban, yes they did. i aveces, sometimes le llevaban a him los secrets messages no tan secretos que tenia to say. era fun aveces si sometimes not.
But he didn't respondia, and the wind se cansaba and ella got tired too.
Maybe el viento wasn't tan buen mensajero, but eso is called negacion.
Come to me.