I often think about how Tom feels close to his brother.
Bill in my eyes, like those of many other people, seems to perfection and made a magnificent human being.
But often we forget that outer beauty does not always corrispponde to the interior. The success
clouds the mind, erase memories, eliminate humanity.
And in my twisted mind, Tom suffers this.
Doll is a sketch, a painting was not finished yet and nothing deine.
It 's a small drawing done at the corner of a sheet, imperfect yet perfect in its imperfection x)
Doll
What can I say of my nineteen years ?
I scaled the heights of global success, I did publish a journal of my life at all, now my soul is bare, I no longer nothing to hide from anyone.
private life that I'd always wanted for him, support him in what he most wanted and I threw myself headlong into an undertaking, even today, as intense and enviable as it is, I know so vacuum.
Yes, that emptiness that accompanies me in the deeds of the day, made with smiles in my eyes lost in concerts where I assume that air of fun and all ready to my audience, but in reality it is only focused on music that give life. Or him. So lost in the glory that has always wanted, at that stage at which aspired to be there, beautiful and impossible, and me, who are its doll.
Yes, it's something stupid but sometimes I know I am and I'll be getting this for him, the good brother who has always maintained, that you wipe the tears and leaves you to vent, he was born to hold you in my arms, to give life to the passion you have in your veins.
If I had been there, he would be nothing.
My hands were created to help create a sound of your words, my arms to hold you, my own life for your help.
not I do not have the strength to separate myself from you.
I could do it, take flight at any moment.
But not forever.
I would be lost as a doll, no hands to hold her to make her move, for life.
This empty life which must have a mind behind to study and understand how it should go.
I never opposed to your will. I did the nice doll that is being handled, you have used all your strengths, knowing me I would never have rebelled.
But Bill, the dolls must be loved.
cold because their skin was designed to be heated, their breasts firm and immovable, sooner or later, must give their first beat.
making fun of me, smile back, carezzami, not left to freeze in a corner.
