all those preambles and all staid at nothing at all. the door of my house's slam got lost and staring at the door i buried my thoughts inside it. no tears over my face. love. sex. God. byebye. angel face. lots of memories are sad and i remembered when i was seven-years-old this age without dirty curiosities. when i didn't even know what sex was and i didn't even mind, this happy ignorance so far away. childhood, chastity, i remembered myself like a brat with blonde long hair, red dress and varnish shoes and white socks. i didn't like it. i didn't like my past, and who's ok with his present? nasty experiences in past perfect. for love earth i'll lose heaven. oh well. nevermind.