Declaración, una de tantas

Is that all?

Is tiring. 

Some crisis bloom up.

Maybe this is just not for us,

i feel it is over sometimes.

It´s so awkwardly set, 

all weight is up in the wrong part of our brain

and then,

it always seems like we are arriving late.

It´s over explained, 

it´s over our heads, 

it´s over our mind set.

Or that´s what they say.

Over night, 

we cry.

These words, sometimes, 

come out our mouths.

Then our minds, 

fly up high.

We´ve thrown it all up and it feels just right.

You say, 

we´re quiet,

but we´ve never been scared to speak up.

You say, how so?

I didn´t see you up here with me.

So awkwardly set,

all weight is up in the wrong places and then,

it seems like we are late again.

Over night, 

we cry.

These words, sometimes, 

come out our mouths.