“Well no one told me about her, what could I do? Well no one told me about her, though they all knew.. Please don’t bother trying to find her. She’s not there.”
I share this because magically some wonderful souls have been asking me to upload more of my work. When I wrote this I was in a very different place, starting to question the way my life was going. Many call this process “The Red Pill”.
An old poem I wrote 6 years ago, which for some reason, I always come back to.
por Medium Kantbot (traducción en español del original autorizado por su autor.)
Nota: Utilizaré a partir de este momento este medio para traducir trabajos de filósofos, autores y/o artistas de mi interés. Ocasionalmente obras…