1,000 women

I just discovered 1,000 women living inside of me. Each one of them a different personality, each one of them has her own story, her own sadness, her own voids... Because after all, there's no sadness without a previous void.

1,000 women living inside of me, coexisting, loving, hating eachother, the Employee, who's loving and caring, who wouldn't raise her voice more than what's necesary,the one who knows nothing about law, yet dares to extern her opinions in legal matters, and even give advice to some lost soul....

Nobody knows about the other one, nobody stops to think, to wonder, to compare.Nobody looks me in the eye for more than 10 seconds to fully understand what being me really means, if you stare at my iris for a while you may be able to see the real me trying to arise... I haven't seen her in a while, if you do, tell her to come back to my soul, I'm a little lost these days.

There's also the student, she's smart, but usually gets average grades, the student at times will raise her voice, other times she won't bother, teacher is too busy talking about himself, the student wishes to be brighter and promises herself to study, but falls asleep over her books while daydreaming about the latest princess in the castle.

Its me, not that I can help it, maybe yes, maybe not, but I'm not feeling it at this moment. I also wish things were different, but they're not.

Not to mention the daughter, I'm silent, I'm silence itself, I'm a whirlwind and the calm itself,all of these things I am but behind the door of my room, and while writting this I can't help to feel like a teenager, never listened.

The tantalizing, my newest discover, there's no much to say about her, I trust in the name to explain itself. All I can say is that it has been locked, and hided in the same closet I left 4 years ago, the closet of the unfinished business.

I would finish this... Whateva I wrote, with The Dreamer. The one who thinks things will solve magically cuz of the intervention of green little men, the one who still dares to believe in people, the one who has no trouble giving, and giving and giving, the one who loves and doesn't cares about being hurt cuz she's living too much at the moment.


That's me all the time, the dreamer, the daughter, the green monster, the beast, the lover, the worker, the stalker????, nah, but always me... The more I think about it.... Me.