Pages, moods, tastes and need little effort to create a design, maybe you lose the same in a vacuum, that void that opens up, expands, welcomes me, I walk on the ridge and look around, very little would be enough ... is something that takes, holds, gripping her stomach, is the soft ground, heavy rain, and looked toward the window and find the look, is quickly climbing the stairs and sit in anything, it's the cold that surrounds me, the my words in the dark, the will to go out and the fear of not finding anything. And 'maybe just a moment, tentative signs likely, the taste of things lost, images, smells ...
You can train, raise barriers, confining and forget, but just a small gesture, a sound, word, and you find yourself missing, try to decipher the tread softly now, and increasingly strong and close, something hidden behind the usual corner, mourning, rave, take a head and circling, waiting to hear his voice, I turn, I sit still, observe keyboard and video mute, close my eyes and relive slowly backwards, pictures and feel sudden flow of new scents and flavors, but they are so tired, so tired that I can not even bring your hands to the face, eyes , and meanwhile the sun makes its way through the clouds and the sky of intense blue shines again. Luckily I am alive and my heart is still beating.
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