But
I don’t know, now things are different you know? But still I feel that
emptiness that carries your name written with invisible ink on gray days and
permanent nights. Because yes, I already know that that time can heal almost
anything, but is no good if you hurt me. I Dream more than I sleep, I dream about
you more than usual, I dream of you and me alone in a remote location on the
outskirts of the city, no people around, without interrupting voices,… no one
else but us. From the world, to the sound of our breathing and the smell of
nature, any bird singing and our eyes to witness what is happening, that this
moment is ours and no one else’s. And for a moment I divert my brown eyes to
the landscape there in front of us, to get lost in a nicer, living… intense green,
as clear as the clarity of your eyes.
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