hay una verdad
algo
de lo que estoy segura

pero no puedo vivir en eso

no entiendo

sos todo lo que quiero, pero bueno, no se puede tener todo lo que uno quiere, no?

but what is the problem?
the problem's not it,
but not doing anything with it,
not drawing anything from it, not shaping it into something

it just stays there and lurks
and says, goodbye, goodbye
leave yourself




I'm erasing every story I ever wrote
I'm erasing myself because I think I don't exist