Then,

And then I thought of slicing my wrists. But I realized I was too special. Ha! What a nice,conceited thought.

Other thoughts passed through my mind, like cold, cutting stones. The sun shone in my face, I felt the warmth. Then, I realized I liked living. I liked to breathe and feel the air slip into my lungs. I liked the rushof thoughts. I like coffee and cigarettes. I loved my precious ones.

And though most of people and the things they did disappointed me, i still liked to be here. Ans still loved watching them without judging.

And then I finally decided to live the way I wanted to. Without caring for the dull words some spoke to me, without caring for what they thought of me. Just being myself.

Now I live. I am toubled – paranoid sometimes. But I am alive

Não sou poeta,

mas assim como eles,finjo.

E agora sinto-me completamente desarmada.

Mim- By MBS

Quisera,-mos

              ser Fernando Pessoa

Eu,eles e elas

             todos dentro do “mim”

Quis,eu

            destacá-los

Como para definir-me   

                       [Nos

em uma só

Que eus, quais eles

              encerro dentro de

[mim?

Encerro todos e,

             Nenhum

Um duvida, outro escuta

                  outro examina

Eu, Sinto

Quisera,-mos

                  ter a certeza

de ser, – mos

                uma só

E, agora

                sei

que não

              existo

Indivíduo, individualmente

                 dividido

construído

                 em uma só.

MBS- 01, Setembro 2008