I've never heard him talk like that, he was so happy. So elated!
I didn't know what to do except for listening to his excited voice- a voice almost childlike without being childish, a voice so strong because of love and tenderness, a voice so musical in its up and downs, a lovely voice of mine- and answer him in the tone he used, to never end his happiness and delight, and to give him hope of a soon reunion.
Though, all of that was fueling my misery. Ripping me apart from the inside, for I knew there was no soon reunion; I'd be long gone before that. I wished to inform him of these dismal news, but I feared stealing away something that was built by the hands of time.
I felt so afraid of that deadend, where he'll try to find me, but will be faced with an unbreakable and untraversable barricade; something that keeps our worlds apart, the dead and the live.
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Limitless Lady
PoetryI'm tired, but I don't know how to be otherwise. I know no moderation. I'm a hurricane, and I know I'm raging. I'm a child, and I'm against ageing. I'm brutal and tender, and all the vast spaces in between. So erase the limits, my fr...
