Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Often with humans, both good and bad, my senses simply shut off, they get tired, I give up. I am polite. I nod. I pretend to understand because I don't want anybody to be hurt. That is the one weakness that has lead me into the most trouble. Trying to be kind to others I often get my soul shredded into a kind of spiritual pasta. No matter. My brains shuts off. I listen. I respond. And they are too dumb to know I am not there. - Hollywood
©Stefany Alves

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

The rare indigo sky. The sultriness weakens the body and, I wonder how is it to enjoy the lazy days.