I close my eyes ... without thoughts, without words.
I would not read words from the past, assembled by the thread of hypocrisy, bearing the faded color of the cloying intact ephemeral appearance and texture. Of those words I do not know what to do with crumpled. The sadness of the author either.
I wish no one asked me "How are you?" just to lazy habit, but because who cares about the answer and the courage to listen.
I wish it were not than a hoarse voice dictionary obsolete. I would not be so sad, so far from me, so lonely and lost.
I would not have lost a certain innocence of the soul ...
Then I close my eyes ... embrace the dark and let myself be lulled by the unexpected gift of a goblin kind. A puppy of a man who in this winter's night, reminded me of a sweet forgotten ...
Thanks Lu ...
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