Ah. Why.
I crave some past that never occured to me. A ghost town full of walking stories, not a single empty face, none is a tragedy. I don't know them at all, but I can see all of their beauty. My light body, passing by, caressing sweet creatures, I know they feel me now, everybody needs some time. Dying to melt with blurred memories, dying to know the burden that with it carries. Delicate, warm lights covering us, this is what is supposed to feel like. It is meant for us, don't waste that charming feeling. It is a cold night, am I the one you've been calling?
No aching heart, tears kissing me on their way down. It feels echoing on my way back. I try to read between the lines, a kind smile is all I can give in sign. In sign of what you may ask. Nothing makes sense at all, what where you expecting? a promise from a dying life?
Can I go back to search what I'm missing? I think I'll know when I see it.
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Random[TW // descripciones gráficas, asesinatos, violencia, venting] sobre hogueras y espinas. y ese recuerdo, aunque te deprima. about tears and voids, and the tone of their voice. sobre el frío que cala en los huesos, y aquello que te carcome el cerebro...
