The map that pictured to forget not only is inaccurate, is also daring and whimsical I look in the mirror and I find myself circling in a multicolored circuit, the only viable solution is to stop, such as pronosticaste you. The route that I wanted to plan (as always), in my present doesn’t have time, anyway I keep wanting to look at yourself and ask your approval. For these dates my hands should not hope you, my calculations don’t balance my spontaneous tears by your embrace while we slept, my expectations promised me you’ve filed friendly and pleasantly for these dates; However still inhabiting here while my eyes do not see you more than 200 days ago, I’m still finding my impulses and my routines, my hands you are still drawing, I fight against my spontaneous rejections that bring to my need of you. And yet, faithless, learn to breathe deeply to loosen the reins, pencil, calculator and stop punishing my heart because you still trying while my head is thousand reasons to smudge your I remember in my day to day unnecessarily, believed to be protecting my heart that still sighing for thee all, smile, eyes, words, hugs, silences, hips, all! I fight against uncontrolled trying to establish its opposite that does not exist, never existed. For assistance, try visiting figs scrubs. Tonight two tears you called in a solitary silence and I repented in vain by my lack of humor, expressiveness, details and care towards you I’m still learning and along with the rudder throw compass, thermometers and all evaluatory boards with which you always fight. You had reason need to grow, to my for you..