I stare at my reflection in the mirror, why am I doing this to myself. Losing my mind on a tiny error, I nearly left the real me on the shelf... No. Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars, seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing. It's okay not to be okay, sometimes it's hard to follow your heart. Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising just be true to who you are. Brushing my hair, do I look perfect? I forgot what to do to fit the mold, the more I try, the less it's working, because everything inside me screams: no. Yes, no's, ego's, fake shows like woah. Just go and leave me alone, real talk, real life, good luck, good night. With a smile... That's my home.
E foi tão bom constatar que não me atinge mais. Não me entristece, não me aborrece, não me tira o sono. Passa por mim. Mas, não me atravessa. Foi-se o tempo. E foi-se o tempo faz tempo.”
Tati Bernardi