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I reflect cool stuff you might think I’m an idiot but idc

Carlos Amorim — Thu, 23 Nov 2017 23:57:22 +0000

Hello body, how dear to meet you again. I’m afraid I have to ask you to retire for a while. You know we’ve been the best of lovers, sometimes only friends, but now ask you to turn into a tool. This battle we must endure will separate us, but it’s the only way now. So I ask you to be silent, and I will take care of everything. Don’t think this is easy for me, I will never be the same apart from you. We can never be truly torn apart. I’ll try to make it lightly, to care for you. I will make it better for us. I hope the day comes when we will finally meet again. Till then, I bid you farewell, my dearest friend.

p.s.: “farewell may seem too definite if a future reunion is implied, but I’m most sure I will fall on the course of this same endless battle and I don’t want you to say I hadn’t warned you.

Body (am i that gay?)

Carlos Amorim — Tue, 14 Nov 2017 01:01:32 +0000

i loathe all the days i was reminded of my body.
to de measured for a prefabricated concept of what i am, only to deny myself. For my being is an old mansion, always under repair, a wall less, a roomier space, a barred window more. It bears all sorts of furniture and trinkets, collected pieces of memory carefully scattered on every other surface. A haven where the sun always shines, and diminute specs of dust float dually shadow and light on a never ending dance.

Carlos Amorim — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 05:04:14 +0000

As i walk into the room, with the windows shut, im welcomed to a different world, and the cars reflect a golden light, though the world is covered on a gray mist of helplessness. Its everything so quiet that i can hear the sound of the cigarette burning, and it ignites me with the same feeling outside. i walk back, and the sounds and fluorescent lights drown me, as im remembered that although everything changes, it also stills the same, for the cycle never ends.

Carlos Amorim — Thu, 19 Dec 2013 01:31:07 +0000

i cant live by half, i dont like bits n pieces, i cant have half of you
but im not complaining, i just dont want to want you this way.
lets hope it goes away, i cant even figure why it happened(actually i do, but is irrelevant). sorry, bye

Stillness of the mind

Carlos Amorim — Sun, 04 Aug 2013 05:12:03 +0000

Time to sleep, when my mind drives me to dreadful places,
Which I didn’t wanted to be.
Time to sleep, when my inconscient fills the dreams with torrents of pain,
Long forgotten shames I don’t wanna see.
Time to sleep, a dusty windshield of thoughts and memories mixed
In a tired brain that no time can renew.
Time to sleep, when the conscience dies to live again,
On a bright new day,
and to perish in the rain of the falling distant stars.