Honey is for bees, silly bear.

Parece ser que todavía quedan retazos de mi older (younger) self dando vueltas entre mis cosas. Aunque no quisiera olvidarme nunca de lo que pasó alguna vez, a veces es necesario que las cosas se guarden bajo llave, o a la vista de todo el mundo.

As time passes, I tend to divide my experiences (or the shadow of them) in groups of we against them. You think you're better than anyone else, but there's a long way to go before you become my blood's owner. Of course, I'm the one to take that road, but maybe that will make it twice as long. Bad people don't always get what they deserve, but more frequently, good people don't get what they deserve.

Am I a good one or just all the way around? Do I deserve you? Are you a prize or a price to pay?

I can't wait for ever, I'm already getting tired. But how do I know whether to wait? Should I act? Sould I go right away? Should I try harder, even if I know that's all I do?

How do you manage?

Oh, right. Yours is someone else.

Mine is you.

Am I weird? No, the way I like you, that's weird.