It's not a good time

Wearing days without rain .. Maintained the perfect climate, suitable for every occasion was in a matter of seconds, my sky ceased to be blue and turned gray.

It came the thunder and lightning storm and make vibrate my surface.

I can stand it's not a good time, very sensitive, vulnerable, without enough strength to hide feelings, my self-defense mechanism completely out of service, the balance which I was working in the last few weeks out of control, the apparent peace shows the internal chaos .

I can't otherwise. I exited through the only window that can be opened.

My cheeks are wet, my nose is moistened, I lose the rhythm of breathing .. my eyes are the source. I need to do this I need to cry.

There are things that must happen, gaps which fill, activities to do, words to say, ordering books and memories that erase. Signs to capture, errors to correct, close windows and open doors.

Why can you just hold me?