This morning I had a coffee with you, but something was not beaten. The taste had become even more bitter if possible, and doubts are settled in my head. A walk, two hours alone, three beats. Thousand images, so many memories, all you want ...
Funny how life is, what is mine, what's yours ... not ours.
could write a book, you well know, "and a trilogy, and ten thousand myths. Could dedicate a whole, break all the silence, enumerate lists about yourself, good and bad, about the virtues, on the whys. Could tell the world what I feel, to run, screaming to the Universe I love you, now everything shrinks inside me and make me tiny, cowardly, and strong and slow, and kind.
could wipe my tears all I apprehend these ego, and happy dancing around a fire waiting, always waiting, you change your mind. Also happy for all that already. Happy because I'm not dead yet.
Today I have a thousand questions in the chest and a thousand daggers in my soul, that to imprison me breathless. Thousand daggers and only hurting after years of mourning. A dagger, the day he walked up and down, in casting a last glance. Another dagger, a smile, a hug. Third dagger, three hundred sessions of crying. I can not go. I do not get. That is all, then fall down my face. There is inside me die slowly straying.
And in the middle of all this torment, a timid ray of light. Just one. There. I see it. I see little, yes, but I see it. It is my guide, it is my desire, my hope is my solace ...
Some day, that day I hope. You know. I know. They are. Whenever they were. Those before ... tell me, I'll tell you.
Meanwhile, here I leave my deep howl, my deepest fear. I leave it to you ... I return it ...
Meanwhile, here I leave my deep howl, my deepest fear. I leave it to you ... I return it ...
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