There´s a time in life when we feel we´re not aloud to keep on thinking and wondering about some
subjects, issues, questions... you´re a grown man.
At the present time I want to put some thoughts outside my head, I want to write about it, put it on "paper".
But somehow I´m delaying it. I would like to think that I don´t know the reason... but I know. And the weight is starting to crush my shoulders. the fact is: I´m just a lonely Man. Well lonely may not be the right word. One day some girl I knew told me: "You are so free...", but no, I´m not free, I don´t feel free. I feel trapped inside my head that insists in rationalizing instead of feeling. My frontal lobe is taking over my emotions... some people would call it evolution. well, fuck evolution.

the weight of love, the weight of life, the weight of emptiness. It´s all about the weight of things or at least it´s meaning.