Have you had something to eat today?
Does the taste of my name still linger on the tip of your tongue?
and, do you sometimes forget all about me and then miss me the next day, like I miss you?
I wonder about you sometimes
Isn't it ironic? I was such a dreamer
a romanticist
I'd make up movies in my head
about the people I passed on the street on long walks
I played out life in scenes
I was such a dreamer, wasn't I?
But I couldn't even believe in an us.
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoesíaDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
