Does healing exist?
A scar, thing that remains,
Or a disease, which reappears.
Maybe something which is surveillancing you,
Or something that had never disappeared,
even if you thought it was gone.
It blooms again,
to destroy you,
to destroy everything you have been creating
as protection from it.
It is stronger than you.
If it has been in your life,
it will be forever.
Apparently.
CITEȘTI
~Mesaj indirect~
PoezjaÎmi arunc sentimentele Pe-o foaie de hârtie, Îmi scriu regretele Și trăiesc prin poezie. Terapie și evoluție prin cuvinte. Vă recomand să începeți lectura de la sfârșit.
