Xasika is the Owner of the world

my future tends to repeat my worst past



the more i talk, the more i expect from
you.
sometimes i do beautiful things, but not
today.
maybe it was better when everything was
silent.
maybe it was just the hurricane's eye,
calling.
then, all blew off and nothing is as it
used to be.
and nothing will ever be that way again
waterfalling.
and i mean the good way, not the bad way.
bury me, bury me.

*.log - At work
*.mp3 - Detonautas Roque Clube - O Dia Que Não Terminou
*.txt - nada
*.ps2 - Lego Star Wars
*.dvd - Prison Break - The Complete 1st Season

(i'm not felling like that anymore)