Adult Films Production Vancouver Sleepless night

Next you will have a generous dose of dark circles, and probably not even remember that happened after a few days.

And then there are nights when your whole existence is concentrated in a diffuse spot in your chest. For more than try to find a position, and force your eyes to close you can clearly see the black hole that forms in front of you. And eventually absorb you, and drown, and I reduced to absolute nothing, forcing you into a trance to realize that you are nothing. Robs you of all your security and devices with which you show to others. And leave you, finally, into nothingness, naked and shivering. When all of the night around you, you have nada you for support. You only face your fears, your doubts, your decision to go ahead of you like a macabre procession, without the use of light, no memory, no word of support.

Man has feared the night from the outset because the night shows as we are. And it makes us see that in the game of life we are alone, and we face ourselves only. On those nights, we face ourselves. And who knows who would be victorious in a battle like that ...? Our momentum, after looking into the eyes of nothing is running. Flee. Turn on the light.

And here I am, writing ina keyboard that is not mine with hands that seem not mine. Under the synthetic light tint everything seems brighter, more contrasting colors, the unreality of the dream still covering my eyes. Probably still be dreaming, my eyes shine with a fire I do not understand. In these times when the world is not yet world I move into uncharted territory (all so familiar and so extrañoa the time), but I hope to find the way back. Because I have the feeling of having remembered something. Something that I can not see the light of day. Something I fear deeply. Tomorrow

skillna I will not be alone. Tomorrow will not be alone. The sun will have moved my insomnia, my solitude. This is only the fruit of the night. The light will comfort me, I shall wave their arms to make me forget warm, covered in a blanket of reality, I have still cold.